Spring time in New England means blustery winds that still smell like a hint of snow, cold rainy mornings that turn into sun warmed afternoons, bright blooms of irises and daffodils and hyacinths glowing against still barren trees and the new green of just sprouted grass. Needing a light down jacket just in case the weather turns, but turning your winter flushed cheeks to the sun when it, finally, peeks out from behind the clouds. For me, it means Spring break and Passover Seders and family.
Sarah Levine 
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