This is winter in Okinawa. People huddle in their coats and blow on the ends of their fingers. The daily conversation – how terrible the weather is and what an exceptionally bad year this is and it must be global warming. The conversation is the identical in London , Chicago, Vladivostock and Surinam.
“That time of year thou mayst in me behold,
When yellow leaves, or none, or few do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang.”
In fact things here are pretty good. It is warm and usually sunny but sometimes there is a cold wind and I believe the temperature once dropped to 9 centigrade.
But er lo what Spring in yellow mantle clad er springs o’er yon far hill?
Suddenly all over the place bare trees have spurted beautiful yellow blossom.It is extraordinary- no leaves just outrageous yellow blooms from bare sticks. What a way to announce spring. I wish I knew what this tree is called.
The yellow-flower-tree is dazzling but there are many other beautiful flowers in bloom.