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Winter lasts for about a month and a half in Okinawa, so spring was well on its way out the door by the time we flew from the island at the end of March. The bloom was off the hibiscus, you know? Only metaphorically, of course, because many of the hibiscus bushes in Oki bloom year-round. (The faithful hedges around our first house there, the on-base one, bloomed for over a year straight until an especially vicious typhoon came through and uprooted them all, shredding them for good measure.) It was starting to hint at rainy season, with a threat of hot steamy mugginess to come after. So when we landed in Virginia in time for freezing cold weather, I was perfectly happy with that. Within a few days, things were warming up, the skies were clearing, cherry blossoms were popping out from elongated peduncle--yes, that's a thing--to full bloom. And now that it's been a couple of weeks, pollen is swirling around in toxic green puffs and the dogwoods are making their debuts.
It is our year of two springs.
(As seen through my phone.) (That's two subtle disclaimers about this being mere iPhonography. Do I need a third? No? Oh, OK.)
...and there was much Claritin-eating.
My heart is heavy with everything wrong in the world, but I'm thankful that we are loved by a God who makes dead things live again.