Lately, I’ve been searching for spring. In April, the temperatures in northern China have moved from a down-coat-boot-wearing high of 15F to a lovely sweater-trench-wearing 50F. Today, the sign on the street outside our window proposes a whopping high of 60F. Of course, that temp is probably happening outside while I sit here and type this. When the sand storm inducing wind picks up this afternoon, I’ll be glad I’m still wearing a sweater.
Two weeks ago, I had blue skies and no wind for my walk to the post office and around the block. But the only evidence of spring was a few green blades of grass seen as I walked back into our neighborhood at the end of 3.5km.
Yesterday, I walked from the doctor’s office to the Imperial Palace along Dadong Road, also about 3.5km. Lo and behold, spring has arrived in that part of the city. The trees are beginning to bloom and I have photographic evidence, obtained much to the delight of the 20 or so people staring at me and my camera.
So, while thoughts of friends going through difficult times weigh on my mind, I can at least find some comfort and smile at the signs of spring.
The Simple Adventure 
Interesting peek into another world! Thank you for sharing!