Friday, May 3, 2013

The Third Day of May

Fahrenheit 451
Fahrenheit 451 (Photo credit: Witer)
I would post a picture of the snow falling, but it is too depressing.  It is now 3:00pm, and my thermometer is registering a balmy 32.9 degrees Fahrenheit.  One could resort to burning books to keep warm.  I think we should start with Al Gore's books.

Now I understand that the climate change advocates will say that global warming can result in more snow.  Really cold air doesn't hold much moisture.  The Antarctic is a frozen desert.  But I don't think global warming is going to make it frost in May.

The old folks had a saying, "Thunder in February; frost in May."  Things out of the ordinary happen.  Sometimes they happen -- for various reasons, several years running.  The average for 20 years is not the average for 100 years -- not usually.  Temperatures fluctuate in relation to solar activity.

Does man effect the climate?  Of course.  So do fire ants and armadillos, plankton and whales, beavers and elephants, wildfires, volcanoes, and earthquakes.  Anything, including floods and storms, that can modify a portion of the planet's surface or that exhales or inhales carbon dioxide or oxygen is naturally going to change the world.  If flora and fauna had not altered the atmosphere and conditions here on Earth, humans as we are now could never have survived and prospered.  Every living thing upon this globe is product and producer.

For an idea of what I am talking about, Stephen Bodio has a couple of recent posts on passenger pigeons  -- Passenger Pigeons #1  and the equally sensibly-named Passenger Pigeons #2.

Man or passenger pigeon -- both modified the environment by their existence and habits.  Things change.



4 comments:

  1. I was wondering if you were getting snow. It's all because I planted the fig you know. I owe North America an apology.

    Those passenger pigeon posts were really interesting. I would love to have explored the pre-Colombian CONUS. Apparently, the Shenandoah valley was regularly burned and was open prairie.

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  2. Don't feel too bad. At least you messed up the Warmist narrative for this year.

    It really doesn't take long for the environment to change. The Baldknobbers were so named because they met on "bald" knobs -- treeless conical hilltops, where they could not be closely approached. All those famous balds around Branson have been tree-covered for at least the last fifty years because folks no longer burn off their woods and pastures in the spring.

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  3. Baldknobbers. Had to look that one up. Interesting. So were your kin Baldknobbers or Anti-Baldknobbers or did they even live near all this?

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  4. The real Baldknobbers were only in Christian, Taney, and somewhat in Douglas. My folks lived very close by but were not in the affected counties. If they had sympathies either way, they would have, as solid Unionist Republicans, have been more likely to support the Baldknobbers.

    They were also relatively newly-arrived and probably still considered "Hoosiers" in the 1880s -- Grandpa was born in Indiana in 1863, so he was just starting up the family.

    I always laugh when watching Josey Wales as the old Jayhawker lady expresses her disgust for everything from Missouri then adds that doesn't have much use for Hoosiers either.

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