It's warm enough to play outside. For hours and hours and hours. To wade in the creek and catch the first baby minnows. To tromp down the bike path and find hidden treasures. Flowers we didn't know were there, wild strawberry plants, the fairy house porch with little plants growing in the flowerpots after the long winter. To play catch (away from the windows please!) and eat dinner on the front steps and come inside for the night exhausted and filthy and happy.