The second season

Don't believe anyone who tells you that Chicago has four seasons. I used to believe it myself, but now that I've lived in other places during different parts of the year I know that the old joke about Chicago having only two seasons (winter - and construction) is probably more accurate. Chicago's weather always seems to jump from extremely cold to extremely hot and back again, without much time for transition. One day a blizzard, the next day the beach.

But this weekend, we did have a couple of days that truly seemed like spring! And to prove it, the trees started budding - and I even saw plum blossoms, which I remember fondly from Japan (although うめ usually appear around February or March in many areas of Japan - yes, winter is long in Chicago).

The city is finally coming out of hibernation!

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