Bookplates and global warming
For those of you who couldn’t get to an event or already have a book and don’t want to order a second from my local guy (see my web site’s home page if you’re interested in ordering from him) what about a book plate? I’ve made this offer on the newsletter, but if you aren’t getting that, let me repeat that I have LOCKED ROOMS book plates (with the cover of the book on them) that I’ll sign for you if you send me a self-addressed, stamped envelope at P.O. Box 1152, Freedom CA, 95019. I also have a few for THE GAME left, if you’d like.
It’s five thirty in the morning, in July, in California, and rain is falling. Yet we are told that global warming is a theory that needs more research. Why is it so difficult to grasp that we human beings can have an effect on this planet? That something big can yet be fragile? Our poor children, who will have to pick their way past all these old folk with their heads firmly planted in the sand as they go and try to patch the globe together.
Actually, we’re having a very interesting cycle of events in this part of the world. I live on a piece of hillside in coastal California that straddles the transition between oak forest and redwood, with the redwoods mostly further up the creek in the dampness, and the live oaks (“live” meaning they’re evergreen) covering the hills. Last year we had a terrible time with yellow jackets (wasps, to you Brits) all up and down the West Coast. My sister and her husband got stung any number of times when they were out running, we gave up eating outside by the beginning of July, we bought one of those pop-up netting tents and were phobic about slamming shut doors. I thought about screening in part of the deck, which would have been ugly as well as making the house dark, but put it off because I knew it might be temporary.
And sure enough, this year the creatures are few and far between. The difference? Well, I noticed that the number of oak-leaf caterpillars was also much lower this year–sometimes the pool is awash with them in early spring, the ground covered with their droppings, but this year, no. I think the yellow jackets eat them. I think the caterpillar population reached a height last summer, the yellow jackets built to take care of them, and this year equilibrium has been reached.
Here endeth the lesson.