My husband refuses to believe in global warming because he keeps hanging on to the fact that at some point during early days of the discussion some scientists expounding the theory, with politics always playing some role in the background, did something hinky with the statistical models in order to prove it. There is nothing like a statistician, my husband, to not trust in statistics....
Whatever the bottom truth to it all is, my deciduous azalea and my rhododendron, spring flowering shrubs that have flowered for me every April-May in the past 25 years, have decided to flower in November this year. Something, whatever it is, is decidedly fucked up.
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