Just Maybe . . .?

Winter-weary folks keep asking each other when this cold air will depart. And the blue shape on the weather map will disappear - where it looks like it has frozen in place. Complaining about the weather must be at an all time high!

We always have planted our pea-pods on April Fool's Day. Nothing to do with the jokes about the day, but because turning the calendar page to April seems like a good omen of new growth. But not this year. Clem took the shovel out to the raised bed gardens. He could push the shovel into the soil about five inches before hitting "concrete," ground still frozen from the long winter. No pea-planting yet! The poor little winkled peas would shiver in the cold soil until they used up all their energy that they need for germination. 

Maybe next week?

The climate-change nay-sayers have been unusually quiet these past months. No asserting that our weather is simply cycling due to natural causes. That the monster storms that repeatedly have halted life across the midsection of the country are just winter as usual.. Perhaps the number of climate-change deniers is dwindling, leaving only those folks believe their profits would be curtailed if changes are made to address the real issues.

I would not want such folks to be running any company of mine. Such short-sighted vision ignores long-range opportunities for more profits.Profits to be made out of creative innovations to change our economy from coal-based energy that contributes to an over-load of carbon dioxide.

To say nothing of the world my grandchildren will inherit. A world of weather extremes, further degradation of the oceans, and possible changes in the atmosphere that produce the Gulf Stream and other major air movements determining world-wide weather. A world with fewer and fewer birds and the disappearance of majestic creations such as polar bears and rich sea life that supported whales and  a multitude of fish.

Sometimes I feel like a broken record on the topic of climate change - or a voice crying in the wilderness. I have to remind myself that there is a multitude of people busy addressing these tough and complicated issues.

Meanwhile, I resist the urge to wander out in the back-yard through the snow to see if any brave snowdrops and tulips have pushed their way up through frozen soil.

Maybe next week!