It has been Warm these last few days. Warm with a capital “W.” The crocuses applaud this weather.
Days like these, I think about the metaphor of the boiling frog. I first learned of this metaphor in an article about emerging diseases (a topic we’re all much better acquainted with now, sadly). The problem with that metaphor, I’ve come to realize, is that it assumes the frog is unaware of (or unwilling to act against) the warming until it’s too late, so his death takes him by surprise. But what if the frog knows what’s happening and simply has no control over the temperature or any means to escape it? That poor frog is going to end up just as dead as all the ignorant and oblivious frogs. He just feels the discomfort sooner and has longer to contemplate his impending demise. Bummer, that.
But those crocuses sure are pretty, all the frogs agree.