By Terry Trucco
I doubt I’m alone in saying I’ve been counting the hours, the minutes, the seconds to the arrival of spring.
By Siberian standards — but New York isn’t Irkutsk. And when you rack up the days that failed to break 30 degrees, couple them with more than 56 inches of snow and throw in a Polar Vortex or two, Winter 2013-14 was brutal.
Even if the snow doesn’t cease on March 20, we’ve crossed the seasonal divide.
Expectations can go up, along with – fingers crossed – temperatures.
To celebrate the official start of spring, I visited several midtown hotels known for their flowers, camera in hand.
Looks like yellow is the color of spring this year.