Meteorological summer, of course. That's science speak. It's due next Tuesday.
Pagans will just have to continue biding time. More ways than one, theirs returns soon.
'Round these parts, spring's been cool, not infrequently cold and mostly, dry. Lately the region's rated 'extreme drought.' Rain overnight and today will, perhaps, get us (however briefly) to 'moderate.'
Yee ha.
Today and the next couple, it's basically April. And not nice April at that.
Superior sends its frigid breath over the length of her long, lanky little sister Michigan. Cold spills from true north all the way to the greening prairie.
The lupine's happy, for sure. Were it not for the nasty wind, spitting grey skies and a serious case of preholiday indolence, I'd show you. Instead, for Memorial Day a great grandparent gets memorialized:
Lupine know winter's never over. Winter's always coming. Even despite hemispheric inclination and northern Pagans soon to celebrate Midsummer like that's a beginning, not an end.
In any event, big water giveth, big water taketh away. I'd rather live near it than not. So today, it's cold.
Even with the worrisome drought, freshwater still feeds and renews spring grass, wildflower and woods. Prairie wetlands with oak savanna islands are a repository of life like none other in the world.
A natural marvel that doesn't need us. Indeed, does better in our absence.
I miss Superior something fierce, but smell her on the wind. At least believe I do.
Soon enough, milkweed will blossom. Then Monarchs and great black wasps will appear as if by magic, except not that. Not that at all.
When the science is true, trust it. When the science is unproven but passes the eye/smell test especially year over year over year, incline toward the light.
By pretty much every reasonable estimation, this summer promises to be hot. Damned hot, depending. That's the definite trends.
Ecological, sociological, individually and collectively, it's only as good as we've earned.
Advocating now for anything not directly related to life on earth is past failure killing the future's best hope. The 20th Century's terminal.
Past time we got over it. All other liberties are secondary.
Considering the state of things this time last year and all that we've learned about ourselves in the interim, it's good to see the world turn once again. Even if on too hard terms.
There's life needs bringing. Time to bring it. Long, uncertain path ahead notwithstanding.
