The weather teaches humanity to respect nature.
I could weep, I look at the weather forecast… rain… then more rain. For more than three months one of the driest places in Britain, my town of Colchester, has been under siege of rain, storm and tidal surge. Back in October last year I saw my beloved tree destroyed by a storm, whilst last week an ancient oak wood in Wales was obliterated by a ten-minute storm.
I am watching a daffodil slowly emerge two months early, in a winter that so far has had few days of minus temperatures. I enjoy an occasional day free of rain, but most days I am fighting it out with the rain.
The UK Government called an emergency meeting of Cobra today as the west of Britain, Wales, Scotland and Ireland was expecting record tidal surges, high winds and floods of heavy rain. Canada and Northern USA face an enormous snow storm. California is heading into drought crisis with another year of poor rain.
Last night I went camping to get close to nature, waking to a river of rainwater that demanded entrance to my tent. Despite the weather the local foxes are screaming and fighting over mates. If I was being forgetful about nature, stormy weather and screaming fox reminded me who was in charge. Tonight I go camping again, and it is going to rain again.