Spring Color

I recently dug into my archives and pulled out SPRING COLOR, the title song to my 1993 recording project, dusted it off so I could upload it to this post.  Back when it was recorded, I only duplicated it on cassette tapes.  Recently my friend Andy converted it to an mp3 and emailed it to me – Thanks Andy!
Check out Spring Color on video made with my flip camera – got inspired by the new life of the season once again!

When I began to conjure up lyrics for this song, I remember walking along a dirt path at the edge of a farmer’s field in Springtime beneath the magnificent sky that stretches between both sets of mountains that surround the Treasure Valley. This particular year spring had come unusually early and I was almost afraid to trust it’s inception. Today as I meander near the Boise Train Depot overlooking the city, I notice last week’s snow still clings to the mountains even though it’s late April, but the parks are greening up and the tree buds are ready to sprout open. The breeze is nearly a soft 70 degrees as if Mother Nature has finally given us an overdue benediction of Spring, even though the first official day of the new season was almost a month ago. Of course, the forecast could change at a day’s notice and be 54 and rain again.  Oh well, as the saying goes, “April Showers bring May Flowers”.  Regardless, anticipation crescendos as the promise of more days like this one permeate the air accompanied by bird song and the flutter of wings! 

Last week on FaceBook both my cousins, Scott and Bruce, were trying to decide whether they could finally put away the snow shovels and tire chains!  Since they live in New Hampshire, my thought is as soon as they store the winter tools in the garage, attic or shed, a Northeaster will blow through in May and they’ll just have to dig ’em out again.  BUT if they are kept in plain sight where everyone can trip over them, this will ensure the uninterrupted continuance of Spring at least till June! For Summer Time they may get away with pushing them over to the side of the garage or shed, but then again, the trunk of the car till next Winter is better yet!

April Colors / Early March  

Tell me what the chances are

that my April flowers bloom and star

with Spring color / how I love Spring color


Rather risky this early Spring

causing my heart and the birds to sing

or will Winter wind come claim everything with his icy fingers

and steal away Spring Color


Have you ever seen pristine virgin green

The color of my dreams – Spring Color

Purist angel white like blossoms in moonlight

Oh, the perfect sight –  Spring Color


If I could paint my innermost dreams

I’d have to start with the color of green

of the leaves on the trees at the earliest sight of Spring

I have a fancy that hope would be white

somewhat like the glow of warm candlelight

Angels in flight – you almost see them – not quite


Hopes and dreams are painted in Spring Color

Crystal clear in vision I become

I have come from underneath Winter’s frozen cover

In fertile soil, cleansing rain and sun


Purple rain clouds / Rich brown earth

Shades of yellow proclaim rebirth

Second chances just like the first

There’s reassurance in the appearing of Spring Color

Crystal clear rebirthing of my dreams

NancyKellyMusic C 1993

Your Mother and My Mother

This is a song I wrote for my mom, her sister and her boys, my cousins!  I’ve provided the lyrics below the video (keep in mind this is a rough draft since the song is new yet!) and blogged a bit below the lyrics. 


Chorus:  Your Mother and my Mother / Their bond is the bond between us 

Your Mother and my Mother / Their bond is the story of our lives


Two young girls on a sailing ship / Dutch ships don’t sink, Daddy said 

I’ll take you to America where my family lives

Nothing left for us here, nothing now that your Mama’s gone

We will have to leave Algiers if we’re to carry on Repeat Chorus.


Two little French-speaking girls made their way in a brand new world

Learning rules at the Catholic school and later at Coe Brown

Summer swim in the Northwood Lake / Winter skimmin it with ice skates

Their childhood was a happy one cuz of Grandpa and their friends Repeat Chorus.


Bridge:  Could there be relatives in Marsailles? 

Maybe we’ll have to investigate someday – what do ya say?  Repeat Chorus

NancyKellyMusic C 2009

Today is my Aunt Huguette’s birthday so I wanted to commemorate her life by blogging a song that I wrote on my dulcimer for my cousins concerning our mothers.  My mother Suzanne is Huey’s younger and only sibling.  The song speaks of their daddy, Colonel Melvin Wesley Rowell, bringing them over to America on a Dutch ship when they were very young, after their mother had passed away.  Till then they had lived in Algiers, Algiera where Grandpa Rowell was doing some consulting work for an oil company and had met and married their mother, a stage actress who was originally from France.  More on their story later as I update this post.

In December my mama and I flew out to New Hampshire to say goodbye to Aunt Huey since her health had taken a severe decline.  We were able to visit with her 2 days in a row, but the next day she passed away.  We were so thankful that we had a chance to visit and that these two sisters could connect before Huey’s spirit took flight to a place beyond our reach.  My mom will always know that she was able to give her sister a final hug and kiss and that Huey was able to see her one last time as well. 

Also, the trip was very special because we spent quality time with 4 of Huey’s boys (my cousins Gary, Scott, Bruce and David) and their families! We were all mutually grateful that we could be together during this time of loss. 

Happy Birthday dear Aunt Huey! We are missing you!