How was it before? Spring is spring. April means sun, first flowers, light jackets, the smell of fresh earth and... hope. And now?

I want to tell you a story that literally shocked me.

Imagine: April 28, almost May, and -7 degrees at night. Frost! Real frost, with hoarfrost, with frozen water, with whitened grass.
I woke up in the morning, looked out the window - and could not believe my eyes. Everything looked as if the calendar showed not the end of spring, but the end of November. And I felt so sad... even a little anxious.

After all, I know how many people have already planted vegetable gardens. Potatoes, tomatoes, seedlings... we tried to get everything done, as always.

And now - how much has frozen!

People put their work, soul, and hope into this.
And what does this mean in the end?

That everything will be more expensive in the summer.

The already high prices for vegetables and fruits will rise again. It will be even harder for ordinary people.

All this causes some kind of inner anxiety.

You know, I used to treat talk about "climate change" as something far away.

So what if an iceberg melted somewhere, or it's hot somewhere else.

But when you see for yourself how winter is outside your window at the end of April, it's impossible to ignore.

It's as if the Earth itself wants to tell us something. Only we don't seem to hear it very well.

And what do you think - is the climate really changing?

Have you noticed anything weird happening with the weather?

Or have I just grown up and started paying attention to such things?

I look forward to hearing your thoughts. Sometimes these conversations are the most genuine and sincere.

Warm hugs😊