MORNING SENTINEL • December 9, 2020
Before it snowed this past weekend, I noticed myself hoping it wouldn’t snow this winter. What? The feelings that went with this counter-reality realization were complicated. First, disappointment, because I’ve lived in Maine most of my life and know, of course, that in winter, it snows. Second, dejection — three to four months are still left to pass before we can reasonably hope snow will stop accumulating. Third, what the hell was I thinking? Analyses on leaf and blossoming times, weather, and seasonal movements of animals show that in most of Maine, this past spring arrived much later than it has historically. The Earth’s climate is well into the process of changing significantly due directly to the 40 billion tons of carbon dioxide we puke into the atmosphere every year. I concede. It really was demented to hope it doesn’t snow. ~ Dana Wilde