In Like a Lion

"March comes in like a lion, and goes out like a lamb" is how the expression goes. Only around these parts, the lion has decided to stick around for a while. Threats of snow and crazy wind has made it seem like anything but spring. My fear is that we'll get two nice weeks of spring weather and then bam, humidity and the horrors of summer in the city will hit. I want to wear a jean jacket, stroll through the park with the sun on my face, see narcissus blooming, and indulge in a chocolate Easter egg or two (OK, that last one I can do regardless of the weather). Oh spring, where are you?