Harbingers of Sprummer

It is, of course, too early for Spring to have arrived. But temperatures reminiscent of late Spring and even early Summer suggest a change of the season and trees have begun to blossom, yielding to the onslaught of unseasonal weather. Yet the chill in the morning air, though not a winter chill, acknowledges Mother Nature’s efforts to retain her frosty attitude about climate change. She doesn’t like it. Nor do I. A late winter, flush with heat and temperatures approaching 80F, foreshadows the potential for a volcanic summer. I wrote a weather forecast, in jest, a year or five ago predicting tornadic straight-line wind thunderstorms with hail stones the size of cars raining down on North America, followed by daytime high temperatures climbing above one thousand degrees and nighttime lows dipping to near absolute zero. Perhaps that tongue-in-cheek forecast, while absurd, wasn’t so far-fetched after all. I read something yesterday that noted in matter-of-fact language that earth’s sun will, predictably and with a great degree of certainty, die in the far distant future, eliminating all life on Earth in the process. I think humankind is doing what it can to expunge Earth of life long before that eventuality comes to pass.