"In the summer of my twenty-third year on the earth, twenty years ago now—perhaps when blueberries were ripe and when passionflower was blooming, though this was before I noted such things—I learned, for the first time, about climate change. All the seasons of my life flashed before me as it sunk in that no season would ever be the same on a warming planet. Aside from catastrophic weather events, the primary observable effect of climate change is the disruption of the seasons: flowers blooming too early, before their pollinators have emerged, summers growing hotter, winters colder, freakish late frosts.
This is why I have been turning my attention toward the seasons so devotedly these past many years, keeping my field notebooks: to draw myself closer to the earth’s cycles whose disruption is, in fact, the most important story of our time; to keep myself centered; to not turn away from the story of these ancient cycles, even as they are unraveling; to insist upon the circles when the narrative of our fossil fuel–driven global economy is a straight line of upward growth, like an endless summer."
Emergence Magazine
A Circling Story – Holly Haworth
How can noticing seasonal changes be a radical act in a culture fixated with endless growth? Chronicling the microseasons of the Georgia Piedmont, ...
