Yesterday it was 86 degrees with nary a cloud in the sky, sun beating down and the smell of flowers and barbecue permeating the air. This year it went from a cold 60 with slanting rain to the beautiful weekend just past, with hardly a moderate day in between.
Now, this could all be explained away as a normal variation. Some years are just like this, have been forever. Some years the spring comes early and lingers late and people start to complain that summer never comes. Just like all the tornadoes ripping through the center of the country. Some years there are just a lot of tornadoes.
It could also explain why we've had such massive and destructive storms in recent years - Katrina, Sandy, to name two. Big storms do come around occasionally.
And then there was the story in the news today that officials in the Marshall Islands had discovered the remains of some 15 Japanese soldiers from World War II. Their shallow graves had been destroyed by ocean waters that were 8 cm higher that just a few years ago on an archipelago where the highest point is only 2 meters above sea level.
One or two of these could be coincidence, could be the normal variation of nature over time. But all of them and more in the past ten years? Maybe not.
Let me know what you think! Comments (polite ones!) are always welcome.
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Showing posts with label summer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label summer. Show all posts
Monday, June 9, 2014
Friday, June 21, 2013
Midsummer Poetry Night
If anybody is on Long Island next week...
One from me:
Springtime and it is raining
One from me:
Boys
Springtime and it is raining
Not hard
But enough to be wet
And for the mud to BE
Without being too much.
I run over the wet grass
Then dive
For the dipping frisbee
Skittering along full out
Acquiring a thin skin of mud
A splotch dots my cheek
Just right
A badge of honor without
Needing to taste it
Or wipe any off my face
Hours later, blue from cold
Soaked through
Mom will make me stop
Just inside the front door
To remove all I've gained
I'll smile an inward smile
Shivering
And shed the outward banner
But keep the inner pride
Having done so very well
In the mud and rain there is
Much more,
Than winning and losing the game
A separate score, unmentioned
Total mud and water accumulated
Thursday, May 30, 2013
Throwback Thursday - Ruth Chew - and a blog Milestone
First, the milestone. This week BlogTheEclectic passed 2,000 page views. Thank you to everyone who contributed!
I know in the grand scheme that is not very many (I know many of you get than many in a day or week) but it made me excited to hit the milestone, especially since it is on a steep upward incline (over 550 page views in the last month, up from less than 100 only in December). So thank you again to everyone who came to look. Please share.
Now for the Throwback. As summer approaches (I'm in New York, schools are open for another month) I remember voraciously reading Ruth Chew's books. They had adventure, magic, history, interesting plots and interesting characters. I never was disappointed.
My favorites were Baked Beans for Breakfast, Summer Magic, and The Hidden Cave. I remember sometimes reading the entire book in a single sitting.
Friday, May 17, 2013
Feature and Follow - Summer Reading Favorite
One summer my friends and I read The Hobbit and the Lord of the Rings trilogy from start to finish. That was fun, not only to read the books (which are great) but to do them as a kind of summer-long book club.
Another summer I tried to read all of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes stories. I didn't get them all done before summer ended (I read the Hound of the Baskervilles and The Sign of the Four after school started in September) and I couldn't get my friends to sign on, so it missed that element too.
Most summers I just read whatever I can get my hands on!
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