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Where we live: Think spring

For months, we haven’t had much of a choice but to hunker down.

With the arrival of spring, it stands to reason those with cabin fever are about to bust loose.

At this point, I don’t think it would be premature to tuck away our snow shovels, winter coats and rock salt.

Besides, after such a dreary, cold winter, I’m anxious to be in the company of lawn mowers, windbreakers and flowers.

Not sure about you, but I’d much rather mow the lawn than shovel snow any day, any time, any place.

And that merely represents the tip of the iceberg (pun intended), as to why I prefer springtime over winter.

Soon gone will be the days of waking up to frosted windshields, to be replaced by the sounds of birds chirping.

Driving conditions are vastly improved, while the threat of taking a fall on the ice is nonexistent.

On top of that, people won’t be in such a panic to rush to the store for their eggs, bread and milk.

Warmer temperatures will result in lower heating bills, which means windows can finally be popped open to breathe in the fresh air.

Our senses will start to take in the succulent scent of grilled food, and back will be the anticipation of biting into a red, juicy tomato.

The extra hours of daylight allots for more time for yard work, while washed vehicles figure to stay cleaner longer.

As a sports fan of teams with relatively high expectations, it’s definitely an exciting time of year.

The NBA playoffs will soon begin in earnest, and for the first time in nearly two decades, my beloved Philadelphia 76ers are true title contenders.

Baseball season will soon be in full swing, and my highly regarded New York Mets stand a good chance to figure prominently in the playoff picture.

Now, for Philadelphia Phillies fans, that might not quite be 330 million (think Bryce Harper’s contract) reasons to celebrate.

Nor, does it figure to be $430 million (think Mike Trout’s contract) reasons to toast.

However, it’s certainly more than enough to spark the March Madness inside us all.

Just ask college basketball fans who are in a frenzied state as they check their brackets.