A Thousand Things

by Hardscrabble Farmer
The Burning Platform

[…] A friend stopped by to borrow my dump trailer yesterday morning and as we were hitching it up, a granular snow began to fall.

May snow. Earlier that morning on the radio I had listened to a clip of Al Gore speaking at some conference on global warming, explaining that his organization had just begun to move “climate refugees” and I thought that they might want to send them up our way, let them get a taste of what it’s like to live with freezing temperatures when the air is filled with chickadees and the scent of lilacs. It didn’t amount to much of anything, no accumulation to speak of and by noon the sky was the color of cornflowers with scattered white clouds hustling across the horizon as if they had to be somewhere up north.

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