This summer we took our niece to the Science Center to learn about our climate.
We had so much fun while we were there, watching the mountain lions prowl and the black bears slumber, but I was really saddened to learn that within my lifetime, because of Global Warming, the New England that I have known my whole life will eventually turn into a climate more similar to that of North Carolina.
We read that the fall foliage that New England is famous for will start to decrease in its beauty year by year, and eventually the leaf peepers will stop coming, too (some would say this is a mixed blessing). And the maple trees will never have cold enough weather to produce maple syrup, so we’ll have to live without that, too. The reality of the situation really hit me hard when I saw the display that they had constructed to illustrate the impact of Global Warming in our (literal) neck of the woods.
Anyway, I’m feeling a bit sad about it tonight because I’ll be heading home this weekend for the fair and I’m not sure if it’ll look the same as it always has to me. Yeah, yeah, I’m being a bit sappy here (pun intended), but I just hope all of those trees of mine still look like home. I talked to my mom the other day and she said that the leaves hadn’t really had much of a chance this year mostly because Hurricane Irene blew them all off, but it was a secret fear of mine that I may never see the trees as they used to be.
If every year it’s supposed to get worse and I don’t have this one last season to enjoy them, I’d just be really torn up about it.
Alas, it wasn’t my intention to be the Debbie Downer of your night, and I promise that I’m done. I guess I’m just hoping that everyone is doing their part to lessen the impact we’re having on our globe because no one person can do it alone, and we live in the house we all built.
I hope you’re all doing quite well and are looking forward to the weekend as much as I (really) am.