Makes me want to find a cherry blossom tree, take a bento box, and spread a picnic and write silly haiku.
Makes me think matzoh ball soup is in our near future. And Easter vigil. And lamb cake.
Makes me think girls will be dressing in pretty pastels and whatever cold, bitter vestiges of winter that remain will be blown away by powerful winds, sweeping through the region, carrying us into summer and sunburns and short-sleeves.