A Chamomile Cocktail for the Season (Whatever that May Be)
There are no robins. At least not in New York—at least not yet. No fountains or forsythia, cottontails or crocuses, or dappled hills of daffodils. The clocks aren’t even sprung ahead. Still, I have a friend whose birthday falls on March 1st who insists she has a spring birthday. It makes me wonder if she’s ever actually experienced it.