Gardenia Weather My mother wore gardenias in her hair From the bush in front of the front porch there At 145 North Cleveland Street when My grandma floated them like sailboats in Bowls of cool water in the shadows of The dining room windows smelling like love In the summer when I was a child and School was about to get out I was glad A 1958 Packard would wait With Grandpa packed from Yuma at the gate Though they were all mad they were not all bad I wondered then but now I understand The family that had me that I had Together in gardenia weather then Steven Curtis Lance