There is a sort of onion-y smell permeating my kitchen as the pork chops bake. Dinner is nearly ready. My husband is on his way home. It's insanely warm outside and sunny and the windows are open. And we have an additional hour of evening daylight (thank you, DST). We will eat outside and then spend the evening engaging in all manner of outdoor recreation and thinking of Spring. Even though we aren't, technically, into Spring yet, we are quite enjoying this very premature barefoot weather.