I’m not one of those environmentalists who attributes any abnormal weather occurrence to global warming—who am I kidding? I most certainly am that person!—but come on, this is getting ridiculous. I want to ask the deniers of science where our springs and autumns have gone. Tell them I’d like our seasons back, and so would our kids and grandkids.
Below is the view from our front porch this morning, a mere two days after Olivia staged an impromptu celebration for autumn at her preschool’s playground:
I realize that we are just a month away from winter’s official start, but the phenomena of winters and summers starting earlier—an observable result of global climate change—has effectively cheated us and the natural world of full falls and springs. A year without the four seasons is like listening to Vivaldi’s “The Four Seasons” without the spring and fall movements: it deprives us of the full sensory experience.
And so while I can appreciate the beauty that is the first snowfall of the year, it also has me recommitted to the cause for which I care so deeply. So remember: us treehuggers may be self-righteous and annoying as hell, but at least we’re on the side working to stave off global ruination.
I’m not one of those environmentalists who attributes any abnormal weather occurrence to global warming—who am I kidding? I most certainly am that person!—but come on, this is getting ridiculous. I want to ask the deniers of science where our springs and autumns have gone. Tell them I’d like our seasons back, and so would our kids and grandkids.
Below is the view from our front porch this morning, a mere two days after Olivia staged an impromptu celebration for autumn at her preschool’s playground:
I realize that we are just a month away from winter’s official start, but the phenomena of winters and summers starting earlier—an observable result of global climate change—has effectively cheated us and the natural world of full falls and springs. A year without the four seasons is like listening to Vivaldi’s “The Four Seasons” without the spring and fall movements: it deprives us of the full sensory experience.
And so while I can appreciate the beauty that is the first snowfall of the year, it also has me recommitted to the cause for which I care so deeply. So remember: us treehuggers may be self-righteous and annoying as hell, but at least we’re on the side working to stave off global ruination.
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