"Sir?" said Jeeves. He had been clearing away the breakfast things, but at the sound of the young master's voice cheesed it courteously.
"You were absolutely right about the weather. It is a juicy morning."
"Decidedly, sir."
"Spring and all that."
"Yes, sir."
"In the spring, Jeeves, a livelier iris gleams upon the burnished dove." "So I have been informed, sir."
"Right ho! Then bring me my whangee, my yellowest shoes, and the old green Homburg. I'm going into the Park to do pastoral dances."
- P.G. Wodehouse, Jeeves in the Springtime
This is pretty much how I'm feeling today... the weather has finally warmed up, the last patches of snow disappeared from my yard yesterday, and floral sprouts are starting to poke out of the thawing ground. I don't own a whangee, yellow shoes, or a Homburg, and I'm going to work, not the park. But I shall be doing pastoral dances- inwardly, since doing them in reality might excite negative comment. Spring is here!