Just Phyllisophy (150x67)By Phyllis Galowitz

It was like a summer day today, May 13th. I could almost see winter turning to spring, spring turning to summer, all within a couple of hours. I felt inspired to rearrange furniture on the sunporch, where, between May and September, I spend the lazy hours, reading, watching the birds and watching the garden grow. I planted Italian parsley, kale and sugar snap peas in containers on the deck so I can step outside the kitchen and pick some for dinner.

Hummingbirds have arrived, and I marvel at how these tiny beauties travel such great distances to reappear at their feeder in Andes, New York, from goodness knows where, at the same time, same place, every year. I wonder if they are born with a GPS inside of them, like the one in my car, which, reliably takes me where I want to go; without it, I’d be lost.

On Mother’s Day, I met my whole family at the lovely Hoffman House Restaurant, in the historic section of Kingston, for lunch. Driving down from Andes to Kingston, I saw spring emerging as I drove south. It still looked like winter in Palmer Hollow, not a leaf or flower in sight, but as I crossed the border into Margaretville, crabapple trees and weeping cherries, ornamental pear and magnolias were blooming.  The further south I drove, the more lush the trees became and the forsythia and daffodils were in full bloom. Now, just a few days later, I’m seeing it again, right here, in my garden. I can see the changes hour by hour. It’s such a wonderful time of the year. The sun is shining. The birds are singing. Peepers are peeping. Laundry is waving from clotheslines. Dandelions on lawns not mowed create golden vistas and I got my first bite of season. Spring is here at last and I feel like singing!  ~