I cannot lie. I have loved the mild winter and the early spring. Today we were out walking, April 18, and didn't need jackets. The sun was warm and lovely.
The unlovely part was the normally somewhat spongy lichen that crunched under my feet, the dust that swirled and danced on the wind so that we had to close the windows on the truck. Opening the windows in the house to the fresh spring air was lovely. Not so lovely was having to shut them because our house was beginning to smell a little like smoke. The country side is dry and there is no rain in the forecast. The wind howls and sucks the moisture from the ground. A carelessly tossed cigarette butt can ignite an inferno.
It is the warmest three months on record globally. I am of an age that if I didn't have children and grandchildren I could, maybe, enjoy this with an evil lack of guilt. But I do have kids and grandkids and I fear for the future. Global climate change is real and some predictions show that we have set events in motion that we can't stop or control
The wildfire in Parkland County where people are under compulsory evacuation orders is just a harbinger of things to come. HIAHB- Hell in a Hand Basket.
I've been writing on and off for years and this is where my more serious pieces will be.