Say what you will about our city, but it’s downright charming in spring. Especially when those brick rowhouse-lined streets near Rittenhouse come alive with pink cherry blossoms.
The windows roll down, the bicycle riding speakers come out, and the stoop-side soundtracks begin. It’s officially hip-hop season in Philly.
Maybe you’re a die-hard, out there jogging when the temperatures dip into the 20s and 30s. But the rest of us wait until spring when we can feel sustained sunshine and the temps rise right back into that preferred 50-60 range before heading out for a jog.
Breathe out, you can finally greet your neighbor again. The return of blue skies and sunshine means it’s safe to converse with strangers without the fear of them taking out their winter anger on you.
The tables for your neighborhood restaurants are out and that means that you can get back to waiting hours in unreasonably long lines for brunch.
Watching all the young folk cheerfully string up their hammocks is as much an indicator of the season change as the birds migrating back home.
We don’t care how cheesy it is, we still get excited when we see the five-dollar poem guy come back out to the park because it means it’s officially spring. 