It was still on the chilly side on Saturday, though a bit warmer on Sunday. After this very long, cold winter, the signs of spring are becoming more undeniable. Crocuses bloom in my front yard along with a solitary bright daffodil. In the city, hardy pansies wave cheerily in the sometimes blustery breeze. Meanwhile, hardy young people begin to fill the cafes, albeit bundled in jackets. The sunlight lingers and I am reluctant to head home on Sunday evening from my weekends in the city with D.