Wednesday is the first day of spring, and pundits are pondering the arrival of a new season, the probability of balancing an egg on its head and what it all means.

And once again, we’ll wake up Wednesday morning, dreaming of budding crocuses and warmer temps and pastel dresses, only to be confronted with the cold, 37-degrees-in-NYC reality that we can’t put away our bulbous parka or our sensible boots just yet.

So, technically, the first day of spring isn’t just some arbitrary day that triggers the zodiac’s “astrological reset button” or signals sunnier times ahead.

But what is an equinox? It’s the year’s first “equal night,” meaning that on Wednesday, we Earth-dwellers will see about 12 hours of daylight and 12 hours of night.

On the equinox, the Earth will also begin to tilt so that the North Pole gets more sun, making it spring here in the Northern Hemisphere and fall in the southern.  It officially “marks the turning point when daylight begins to win out over darkness,” according to the Old Farmer’s Almanac.

Still, no amount of sunlight (glorious as it may be) can shake the fact that seasons — as far as being indicators of weather — seem to be meaningless now.

Spring and fall are basically nonexistent, our years just an endless slog of biting winds alternating with sweltering heat. October feels like June, April feels like November.

We don’t bother packing up our cozy sweaters or wool scarves ’til high summer — because you never know! — and are forced to freeze or sweat under our lightweight trench coats if we want to get any use out of them at all.

If you’re trying to predict when the cherry blossoms will bloom before planning a trip to DC, or even just the Brooklyn Botanic Garden, well, good luck!

So instead of hyping spring, we’ll just be over here in the corner, contemplating climate change and the death of seasons, eating our feelings via chocolate Easter eggs.