A day or so ago I saw two birds, about sparrow-size, at the bird bath. I hadn't filled it, but between snow and rain it was full. I'm not sure what sort they were - the tops of their heads were reddish - and that's about as much as I know at this point.
I spent a few minutes on the front porch/stoop/whatever yesterday afternoon, enjoying the bench, the sun, and fresh air.
This morning, noticing that my feet were over-warm in the winter slippers I've been wearing, I switched to flip-flops.
It's definitely spring. Or summer. Or something.
Whatever this time of year should be called: It's warmer, and I like it.