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I have never been a big fan of Spring. I realize now starting the article this way seems counterintuitive, but I’d like to be as honest as possible from the get-go. I feel justified in my thoughts, because unlike what Vivaldi tries to describe in “The Four Seasons” concerto, spring in Indonesia is wet. Our

In my childhood home in Jakarta, we had wall paintings of potted flowers—a matching set of four different kinds. They each grew in different seasons, and none of them were native to Indonesia, but I remember marveling at the painted blossoms as a child, before my mother got rid of them years later. My favourite