Farmer in Winter
Winter officially arrives today, and with it the shortest day of the year is also upon us - if we are to believe science. Now, of course, with the election of Donald Trump, believing in science appears to be heading out of fashion and could conceivably be outlawed. But for the time being at least, it's still legal to note aloud that the earth is round, that it spins predictably on its axis, and that it orbits around the sun one time each year - without the aid of a supernatural being who resents poor people and places a premium white maleness.
And even though it's been mighty damned cold here in the Ozarks for the past few days, I can still point out, with a certain amount of alarm, that the big pre-Christmas snows of my youth no longer grace the land in December, and the forecast for Christmas day is calling for a high in the sixties! The scientific notion of global warming appears to have merit. I can make that claim for at least another month - before Trump and the Republican Congress begin limiting free speech to statements aligned with their worldview. When Trump enters the Oval Office, the glaciers will re-freeze, the great sheets of ice that have broken off of Antarctica and Greenland will re-attach, the waters sloshing up over south Florida will once again head out to sea, and every Christmas - and every Santa Claus - will be blessedly white, as God intended.
All of that, and ugly people everywhere will begin staying indoors so as not to offend the beautiful eyes of our Dear Leader.
I've been staying indoors as much as possible lately trying to knock out a low-grade temperature - for which I blame Trump. I do get out and feed the fowl and gather eggs several times daily. Yesterday marked the first time in nearly two years that the hens laid no eggs. I'm not sure how he did it, but I blame Trump for that as well.
It's going to be a long, hard four years, America. Hunker down!