Does anyone else remember, two or three years ago when the recession was in full swing, the media talking about the 'green shoots of recovery'?
I have not heard that phrase in quite a while. Maybe everyone who was tempted to write it gradually learned that it means nothing when millions of people are still struggling to regain their most basic, middle-class existence, even if the economy is technically getting better.
It means a lot when it comes to spring, however. This winter may not actually have been a crisis on a global scale, but it certainly seems to have lasted as long as the global financial crisis (and friends around the globe have bemoaned their own winters to me, while those down under have remained suspiciously, smugly, silent).
But now, the green shoots of recovery are peeking out of the ground, and New York is getting back on its feet again. Saturday saw us enjoying the suddenly spring-like weather en masse, strolling the streets, playing in the parks, and dining at every outdoor table that could hold us. We were only slightly too cold, which made for a very pleasant change from way too freakin' cold.
Welcome home, spring!