These unseasonal late-winter days of warmth and clear skies, of the sudden necessity of shorts and T-shirts for the morning dog walk, are at once glorious and somewhat disconcerting.
Spring – the season of renewal, of awakening, of birth and perhaps rebirth – demands to be celebrated. But somehow this year, all of its ridiculously early harbingers feel double-edged for their presaging of the realities of climate change and sea-level rise.
