This has been one of the mildest and greenest winters in Boston that I can remember, yet the uncharacteristic weather is only making me look forward to spring even more. I’m ready to abandon my sturdy boots and unflattering puffer jacket for floral dresses anytime now. I simply can’t wait to hear that particular sound in the air when you finally know that it’s the first day of spring.
What are your favorite things about spring?
Title from Giorgio di Chirico’s painting at the MoMA