I was born on an island. If we don’t start to connect the dots on climate change, the house I grew up in will be under water in less than 50 years.
I live on a peninsula. If we don’t start to connect the dots, the house I live in will be under water in less than 100.
One of the only things keeping me sane in a crazy world is getting my hands dirty in the garden — but even at our little urban farm here in the city we’re feeling the impacts of a changing climate. Several dry winters have left some trees and plants parched. Cloudy summers leave tomatoes and cucumbers shriveled and inedible.
Where will my family go when Hawaii’s beaches slip into the sea? What will I do when San Francisco starts to shrink? Where will we all be when farmers can’t rely on the seasons?
Connect the dots.