It’s official; spring is here. There have been hints of its arrival for over a week, now, and on several cold days there was that almost indescribable scent of warmer weather on its way. Yesterday, the thermometer got up to twenty degrees for the first time and this morning the forsythia and the lilac buds in our garden told us what the nest-making birds have known for at least a week: it’s spring. And this year we can feel virtuous in enjoying the arrival of spring, since we have had a long, hard winter (by European standards, at least). Now, gazing out from my office window, I can just make out a green sheen on the trees in the Parc Leopold and, well, it just feels good.