Winter's in the air
It is beautifully, blissfully, wonderfully absolutely bloody freezing.
So cold that I have two jumpers on, the central heating switched to constant and the frost on the grass is refusing to fade without a fight.
After our disturbingly warm winter, an unsettling reminder that Global Warming is not just an apocalyptic phrase or something reserved for 'other places', but actually has infected no longer impenetrable and now ever so fragile UK soils.
I am actually quite excited. If I squint out of the window, I can convince myself that the white tinges of the frost are actually a thin covering of snow.
Lawnmowers should not be coaxed from their tarpaulin hibernation in January. But there was my dad last weekend mowing, there was the uneasy smell of spring in the air. I should not be able to get out of bed without the physical snapping of frozen bones during mid winter. Daffodils should not be stretching upwards, effortlessly, without a struggle, and bathing themselves in warm sunlight in the first 30 days of the year.
Things are changing, and even the Daily Mail has seen fit to comment on numerous occasions (I have only heard it read out on the radio, I might add) on what may perhaps be something vaguely to do with Global Warming.
The world finally appears to be engaging itself relucantly into the realisation that what was once the future, and therefore not considered to be our concern and merely a prediction, is actually now, and therefore perhaps may be our problem after all and might perhaps possibly schedule in a discussion based vaguely around the topic sometime a week on Tuesday, when they will arrange another meeting to discuss the matter in more detail, sometime in late July, which will subsequently be rescheduled to mid November, if everyone's free.
Well, that was at least until Bird Flu reared its ugly head again, and now global warming seems to have been shelved while we again panic about that for a while.
Today though, after a winter of awareness and terror and worry and awakening, today briefly, in blissful ignorance, I am going to retreat into a little bubble and pretend global warming isn't happening, that it was just a bad dream, casually ignore the fact that it hasn't snowed all winter here and not complain about the cold.
It is beautifully, blissfully, wonderfully absolutely bloody freezing.
So cold that I have two jumpers on, the central heating switched to constant and the frost on the grass is refusing to fade without a fight.
After our disturbingly warm winter, an unsettling reminder that Global Warming is not just an apocalyptic phrase or something reserved for 'other places', but actually has infected no longer impenetrable and now ever so fragile UK soils.
I am actually quite excited. If I squint out of the window, I can convince myself that the white tinges of the frost are actually a thin covering of snow.
Lawnmowers should not be coaxed from their tarpaulin hibernation in January. But there was my dad last weekend mowing, there was the uneasy smell of spring in the air. I should not be able to get out of bed without the physical snapping of frozen bones during mid winter. Daffodils should not be stretching upwards, effortlessly, without a struggle, and bathing themselves in warm sunlight in the first 30 days of the year.
Things are changing, and even the Daily Mail has seen fit to comment on numerous occasions (I have only heard it read out on the radio, I might add) on what may perhaps be something vaguely to do with Global Warming.
The world finally appears to be engaging itself relucantly into the realisation that what was once the future, and therefore not considered to be our concern and merely a prediction, is actually now, and therefore perhaps may be our problem after all and might perhaps possibly schedule in a discussion based vaguely around the topic sometime a week on Tuesday, when they will arrange another meeting to discuss the matter in more detail, sometime in late July, which will subsequently be rescheduled to mid November, if everyone's free.
Well, that was at least until Bird Flu reared its ugly head again, and now global warming seems to have been shelved while we again panic about that for a while.
Today though, after a winter of awareness and terror and worry and awakening, today briefly, in blissful ignorance, I am going to retreat into a little bubble and pretend global warming isn't happening, that it was just a bad dream, casually ignore the fact that it hasn't snowed all winter here and not complain about the cold.
posted by thewebstress at Monday, February 05, 2007
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