We had joy, we had fun....

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons...now they're gone.  Yes, I know, it's a play on the 1974 hit by Terry Jacks, but nevertheless pertinent to our current predicament of climate change and our racing down the road towards our and our planets destruction (as we know it, that is, as the world may well continue and even flourish, although we and many other species may well not). What happened to seasons? There used to be a time when you knew where you were with the seasons, each had a unique character which was defined by its sights, sounds, smells and weather. Now though you open the door and can never be sure that you've not had a Rip Van Winkle moment, as one morning you can have the crisp chill of winters embrace and the next the bright sun and promise of late spring; though more likely the indeterminate dank warm grey of seasonlessness. The climate prays more on my mind nowadays, as every day, on every walk, I see its effects. Weirdness, a knowing, without definition, that something is very wrong. I don't like it. A very good and trusted friend of mine is a respected climate scientist (for want of a term), a professional in the field of climate change and what he says about the state of our climate, and I have no reason to doubt him, does not make for a positive future.