Here we go. Spring !
Well, actually summer.
I can’t believe that just a week
ago I bundled myself into a long winter coat to attend an evening wedding in
Jersey City.
Today (April 11) is hot in New
York City. Summer. And the puck has yet to drop on the Stanley Cup playoffs.
Talk about climate change.
This is not the first time that
we New Yorkers have gone flush into summer from winter.
Okay, okay, I’m exaggerating. In
the United States, we’ve got climate change deniers in the White House, so a denial-impulse
has to be acknowledged.
On the face of it, doesn’t it
make sense to say that in the parts of the US Northeast, famous for their four
distinct seasons (mud season being the fifth in some), in which we lose a
season, say, in this case, spring, that it amounts to a change?
Me, I’m all Annie Proulx (Barkskins)
when it comes to climate change. I’ve just turned the final page on this
magnificent novel, as Sapatisia Sel, descendant of Rene Sel, the protagonist whose
second impression of New France (Canada) was: “a dark, vast forest, inimical
wilderness,” demonstrates “the female urge to repair the damage humans have
done to nature.”
What’s in fashion this spring?
Climate change protests, that’s what.
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