Zahra and I have a camellia plant that rests just outside the living room window. I’ve lived in this house for over forty years. The camellia’s buds used to begin blooming in late March and early April forty years ago. Fifteen years ago, they were blooming in January. Now they’re blooming in the chill of early December, the 3rd of December to be exact.
Our camellia bush has been my personal barometer of global warming for forty years, but now our rhododendron is voicing its opinion by beginning to bloom on December 6. It’s 32 degrees outside with a windchill factor of 19 degrees. Unlike the camellia, the rhododendron sits in the shade. Sunlight hardly touches it.
And if that isn’t bad enough, our rose bush has never stopped blooming this year. So it too tells me something is wrong with the weather. Imagine 19 degrees outside, and buds of the rose bush are blooming.
I can see something happening over time with my own eyes. I don’t need a scientist to tell me things. Oh, yes, I remember the ozone hole twenty or more years ago that was enlarging and going to kill us all, and it suddenly vanished, so I can understand why some people might remain skeptical about global warming.
Me? I have to believe my eyes on this issue. Our plants tell me so.