As I drove my daughter to school today, I saw something disturbing:
Rows of trees lining the drive to her school all in bloom.
Not the beautiful bloom of spring. Not an arrogant display of sensuality and color. Not the vibrant urgency of life that fills the sweet-jasmine air.
Instead I see a crisis. Paper-like, diminished blossoms strung out on stark branches like shy little girls dressed up in their mother's old clothes. Nothing fitting quite right.
It's January. We are still in the darkest of days. Yet, here in my corner of California, we have had record-breaking heat for over a month.
Sunny. Sun. Flips flops and shorts. High of 84. 87. 82. And more sun.
Don't get me wrong. I love it. I appreciate that my energy bill was under $30 this month. I love beautiful weather. That's why I live here.
But this is ridiculous.Read More