From time to time, I like to post on a topic other than self-publishing. After all, I’m a writer. I have a lot to say about a number of different things. As I stare out at my snow-covered lawn and think back to the sunny 70-degree afternoon we had this past Sunday, it seems only appropriate to talk about the wacky whether we’ve been having lately.
As a lover of the great outdoors, I cherish the winter days that force me to stay inside—all warm and cozy in my pajamas, reading and writing and catching up on past seasons of Downton Abbey—without feeling guilty for not being outside. Sadly, Mother Nature appears to be giving us fewer and fewer of these treasured days. Indian summer has crept into November. I’ve never known forsythia to bloom in January.
Deadly heat waves, severe droughts, and a record number of tornadoes are just a few of the strange weather phenomena we’ve experienced over the past few years. This week alone, in Richmond, we’ve seen fog, spring-like temperatures, and four days of pouring rain—after months of near-drought conditions no less. To top it all off, last night, snow lightning and thunder announced the arrival of two inches of the white stuff.
Let’s not forget about Superstorm Sandy, aka the Frankenstorm. A funny name maybe, but nothing funny about the hurricane that claimed more than a hundred lives and caused billions of dollars in damages to properties in the Northeast. Sandy was the perfect storm. A collision between a hurricane approaching from the east and an extreme cold front moving in from the west. Throw in a full moon with abnormally high tides and you have a storm surge that ended in disaster. Was Sandy a hundred-year storm or the new norm? Is global warming causing these phenomena or are they simply brought about by changes in the weather patterns? I’m no climatologist. But we all have a responsibility to our environment to search for the answers.