Just take a look around and you may agree — this summer has been the exclamation point on climate change. I fear the daily torrential rains, flooding, high humidity and disease carrying bugs are replacing the usual summers I’ve loved in the past. Spring has been moving out the last few years. Summer is packing its bags too. Seems the oppressive grey gloom of winter is pirating the calendar and the full sun we use to have — one-fifth of the year.
Yet, seeing the global disrespect and exploitation of Mother Nature’s generous resources, I’m not so surprised by her increasingly loud protests through worldwide wrath.
Like a machete disfiguring a beautiful maiden’s face, we have ravaged her fertile soils, cut down her shade-giving trees, poisoned clear waters, and shamefully killed off wildlife — all for selfish convenience or greed.
Assuming Mother Nature will complacently stand by is as unrealistic as pretending there are no consequences for bad behavior. She is literally fighting for her life.
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
—William Congreve’s 1697 poem The Mourning Bride