Or if not quite spring the beginning of something like it in the hot wet season. The way I was told, the seasons here are hot/dry, hot/wet, cool/wet, then cool dry. I have arrived at the beginning of the hot/wet season. This means the weather can be intolerably hot at times but it does also means I am treated to the Malawian equivalent of a spring bloom.
There is constant speculation on the radio about whether this is the start of the real rainy season or the “false rainy season” that farmers fear where they would plant their crops and the rain would decide not to come.
The variety of plants here are baffling and though I have no idea what they are called or what botanical books to look them up in, I am content with just enjoying how beautiful they are.