At the thrift store I was asked to help with the spring cleaning. There's a covered area between the main building and the old 1850s barn, and dead leaves needed to be swept up. Odd, since I don't see evidence of the trees. But it was time for spring cleaning. I have yet to do that with my apartment, but I have been doing it at work.
Spring has definitely sprung. Winter coats are no longer needed. There are buds on the trees, giving New York, if for only a month, a sort of Parisian feeling. People are running around scantily clad, again.
I have no complaints.
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