Yet another storm…
Once again, Mother Nature has ravaged our precious beach, savagely ripping our embattled Banksia trees out by the roots. I could feel their pain but as a mere mortal up against the sea, there was nothing I could do. No kiss of life was ever going to save them. It was all too late. As their bedraggled corpses lay discarded on the sand, I could only express my heartfelt sympathies after the fact.
Perhaps, I should write a eulogy or an ode? Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do when you lose someone you love to such heartless destruction?
I don’t know. What else is there?
Build Hadrian’s Walls to keep the Barbarians out? Construct an eyesore to preserve its skeletal remains?
Send the storms somewhere else?
Yet, we all know this isn’t just about the storm, don’t we?!!
That someone’s turned the oven up way too high and someone needs to turn it back down again before Mother Nature blows her stack completely.
When there’s so much more than my precious beachfront at stake, isn’t it about time we revisit how we cook?
I have no doubt and I can only hope that we’re not too late.
Otherwise, what are we going to say?
Am I willing to take the blame?
What about you?
What’s been going on in your neck of the woods? Do you hear climate change knocking on your door?