Temperature rising, visibility excellent

If there is one thing I enjoy, its sitting in my garden watching the butterflies and other insects move from flower to flower. This year there has been a constant stream of bumble bees, honey bees and hover flies since the beginning of their season.

It's been great to watch and now I have two insect houses, almost full of solitary bee nurseries outside the kitchen door.

It has been an insect hive of activity and this warm weather is bringing them out. With a good mixture of old fashioned flowers and plenty of leaf protecting the soil from the heat, I haven't had to water anything all year which is pleasing. Natural nutrients from 3 well kept compost bins, keep the soil enriched, and a good sprinkling of chicken muck from one of the farms adds to the mix.
It's still quite early, so nestled on the middle tier of three, I'm enjoying coffee and the sun, ruminating on how the weather is chaging here and elsewhere.
I was listening to the World Service last night and my ears pricked when I heard a news feature from Iceland; not good news, they were laying a plaque to commemorate the loss of the first glacier. It had started retreating about 40 years ago and had now melted all the way back to it's source, a volcanic caldera. Sadly, the warming globe is warming Iceland too, and as I discovered, when I was there, with temperatures reaching 28°C.
As I sit here with a sun hat on, enjoying the hot sun taking hold of the day, I'm torn. I love the heat and the hot, balmy days. The prospect of London becoming the new Barcelona, in terms of climate, and Birmingham, the new Paris, I quite like the sound of. I love the Mediterranean and visit as often as I can. The rising temperatures her will save travel that's for sure.
But, what about places like Barcelona and Paris? What will they become? What will happen to the people there? Will they stay or become climate migrants?
Mm.

Later in that World Service programme I heard a report from Andalucia, andother part of Spain I adore, and was pleased to hear the farmer are slowly fighting back. With the onset of commercialisation of their farms, they have, like us, scrubbed up their field booundaries and hedgerows and opened the up their small fields into much larger ones, to make processing crops that more efficient. Like us, they have watched as the herbicides and pesticides have sterilised the soil to the point where it can so longer support life without intervention, and like us they are watching their precious soils being lost in the winds which come up off the seas.

A few farmers are taking things into tehir own hands and replanting hedgerows, growing none commercial crops to replenish the soils, natuarlly, and returning to a crop rotation which had worked well in the region for centuries. 

Living in the country I can already see evidence of this happening here too. Watching Countryfile, its obvious farmers have more than just Brexit to worry about, their very soil is dying and they know it.
A long time ago I wrote a line, it went,
"Mankind is a new dinosaur and like most dinosaurs, has a very small brain unable to control its tail."
I think our 'tail' is starting to sweep across the globe and yes, in the main, it does appear to be put of control.