You know when spring has arrived in Manhattan when you notice the potted blossoming daffodils and hyacinths in Herald Square, pass women strolling the streets in pastel and floral-printed skirts and flip-flops, and smell the first wafts of heavenly garbage as you exit your apartment to get to work in the morning. You can feel spring during lunch time as you are grabbing lunch with colleagues, and decide that you don’t to go back to eat at your desk. Instead, you will sit and enjoy the newfound warmth and sunlight and eat on a bench in the middle of the crazy traffic around you. Spring fever has certainly arrived.