Driving along the mountains between Los Angeles and the high desert, on the road from Victorville to Palmdale, I looked at the snow covered peaks . . only, perhaps, five thousand feet high and wondered when I had last seen snow on these mountains. Well, never.
But, the mountains were green and full of life . . animals in the fields, bugs whose lives had been cut short by a Subaru Outback cleverly slicing its way through the now green fields. These were usually covered by sand and rocks . . now, pastures and beautiful, but deadly zones, for flying insects.
There were cows pinned against a green backdrop and white puffy clouds suspended from a blue sky, almost like the musical Oklahoma. Seas of green framing the orange of the California poppy fields, and California coyotes feasting on the now plentiful fauna
Is this climate change? I wonder if it’s permanent? If so, the results are a vibrant landscape and pastures rich in wildlife; but, at what cost around the globe?
I wonder if we can even stop it? Everyone hopes so, especially the small flying insects that so copiously spot my windshield.