daffodils, samoas, and Blondie
Yesterday was so lovely I opened all my windows. It's just cool enough that you can't really tell it's spring unless you close your eyes and feel the sun on your face. You can also tell when you leave the store flanked by daffodil bunches and girl scouts selling the first samoas of the season. And then you roll down all the windows and sing Blondie at the top of your lungs. And then go home to play French scrabble and stuff your face with crepes (with raspberry jelly, nutella, and whipped cream). Well, I do anyway.