One of the strange things about spring in Brooklyn is the way it seems to come all at once, although this year is a little more nuanced than usual. At the end of March you might have a snowstorm and then three days later people are walking around in teeshirts. Signs of spring yesterday in Grand Army Plaza included the return of the ice cream stand, a baseball bat apparently carried without intent to do harm, and witch hazel (I think). Signs of spring you don't see here: snowdrops, carpets of crocuses, people dusting off archaic adages like "Ne'er cast a clout 'til May is out."
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