It is un-nerving to see how subtle and creeping is climate change and its effects on plants.
We have lost three fully grown Deodora cedars, a Hawthorne, two 10-foot-tall baby pines that we let go as errant seedlings and have watched become small trees, substantial portions of ground hugging juniper and all of a massive patch of cotoneaster.
All over the island there are dead Douglas Firs.
I guess the cumulative effects of warming and drying are only beginning to be seen and felt; it's like a secret spring being ever more tightly wound that can't be un-wound; then someday it breaks and sprays us all with metal shards.
As with other things we need to fix, I assume we {humans - led by the Petro-Chemical Guys} will just stand around and wring our hands, whining and moaning.
The human race is great at hand wringing.
And whining and moaning.
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