I am watching the local news this morning. The news crawler at the bottom of the screen states, “this has been the coldest winter in the United States since 2001 according to scientists at the national climactic data center”. Then that is followed by, “it is also the 54th coldest winter in the United States since national records began in 1895”.
I guess global warming is off. Nothing like some statistics to show something is completely wrong. I mean seriously, it was the 54th coldest winter out of the last 113 winters. If that doesn’t show conclusively that global warming is false, I don’t know what does. Stop recycling, start burning coal in the streets to keep warm. Now I don’t have to feel guilty for eating beef…let those cows flatulate.
What? What did you say? Did you say this winter was also the 59th warmest since record keeping started in 1895? Oh noes!! Leave the coastline now!!! You are all going to be flooded!! Kiss that snow goodbye you’re never going to see it again! Gloom, despair, agony!
Seriously, why is this news? So this winter was just about near the median average over the last 113 years (which would be the 56th and 57th years for those less math inclined). Woopy. Sound the alarms.
This is where modern politics and I can’t be on the same bus. I don’t understand why people get hysterical over very short-term temporal data. The economy, the weather, gas prices, whatever the latest argument is over anything. Everyone (perhaps it is just the media) seems so short-sighted with their microwave popcorn minds hopping to whichever topic burns their retinas next. That mindset frustrates me, but I am too easily embroiled in it if I allow it.
Our Saucer Magnolia is in bloom. It is gorgeous with its pink and white flowers. However, it is very fragile and fleeting. Just about anything rips those blooms off the tree: a stiff breeze, heavy rain, one freezing night turns them brown and they fall off. This is probably only the second year out of six that we have had any significant blooming and even now I am expecting that the blooms will be gone in a week. I am trying to soak up every minute of the beauty of this time because I know it is short.
I can’t help but be reminded that life is like that. That we are withering grass, here for a short time and then gone with the wind. I hope I can always remember that: to hold on to what matters most no matter the circumstances, to enjoy today for its own beauty, to not worry about what is down this twisty road called life and enjoy the view for what it is.