Everything around me is growing and I have a hard time remembering it was ever winter, though to be honest, I don’t try that hard. The dandelion and forsythia, the blossoms and pussy willows have all vanished. This happens every year and I get summer amnesia. The spruce trees have inches of fresh growth marked by lovely “newborn” green. The Hosta were merely shoots peeking out of the soil and now they are enormous, as if by magic, and I think if I had put a camera on them the growth would have been captured on film, visible to my eye.