Currently in Toronto — March 22nd, 2023
The weather, currently.
A very active week ahead with a number of systems pushing into the lower great lakes. Our first one will move into tomorrow. We will start your Wednesday under variable skies. There will certainly be a few breaks early day with a wake-up temperature near 1°C, feeling a little colder than that with the wind chill. The clouds will continue to build in with a chance of some scattered showers after lunch, but the main event will move in by late afternoon. The high is 7°C. The wind will be from the SE @20km/h. Showers will change to periods of rain for the late evening and overnight. 10-15mm likely. By the way, we have already surpassed our monthly rainfall norm, with 49mm at Pearson. (The norm is around 32mm)
Wednesday night: Cloudy with periods of rain and remaining mild, and a low of 7°C.
What you need to know, currently.
After reading the IPCC report yesterday, I wanted to shake the immense climate anxiety I felt and welcome Astronomical Spring—and its promises of renewal, hope, growth, and sunshine—properly.
So, I mustered up the energy to carve out a couple of new Spring rituals: I went on a hour-long walk without my phone, cleaned my house, and picked the daisy weeds from my front lawn to dry and preserve. I also read a few poems that reminded me of the joyful, courageous resilience that Spring embodies—an attribute I hope to carry with me, particularly amid bouts of climate worry and anxiety.
Here’s one of my favorites:
“Instructions on Not Giving Up” by Ada Limón
More than the fuchsia funnels breaking out
of the crabapple tree, more than the neighbor’s
almost obscene display of cherry limbs shoving
their cotton candy-colored blossoms to the slate
sky of Spring rains, it’s the greening of the trees
that really gets to me. When all the shock of white
and taffy, the world’s baubles and trinkets, leave
the pavement strewn with the confetti of aftermath,
the leaves come. Patient, plodding, a green skin
growing over whatever winter did to us, a return
to the strange idea of continuous living despite
the mess of us, the hurt, the empty. Fine then,
I’ll take it, the tree seems to say, a new slick leaf
unfurling like a fist to an open palm, I’ll take it all.
🌱 Wishing everyone a bright and happy Spring season! 🌸