I Heart Climate Change.

This photo was taken back in late November, in Manchester. Note the blooming tree in the background. It was another balmy winter day in England, where I had envisioned a year of frigid, grey, soggy, depressing, endless days. I realized England didn't fit that weather stereotype in October, when temps were hovering around 80 degrees (f) for a week straight. BLISS. If this is global warming in action, bring it on.



Riding the underground back to Sheffield after 3 weeks in Kenya last month, I read that this past winter has been the warmest on record for England. Which makes me think that God really does care about some of the smallest details in life. It has made it so much easier to be here the past 6 months.



That said, last week, at long last, it snowed. Seeing as snow usually involves frigid temperatures and general wetness, I'm not always a huge fan. But it was beautiful. I left my window blinds open that night and the gold light reflecting off the snow lit up my whole room.

My flatmates attempted to build an igloo but were quickly assailed by violent neighbor children with
large snowball stockpiles.


I'm fairly confident the temperature in our house dropped at least 10 degrees from it's normal drafty state, and I was forced to double up on tights AND socks just to stay warm inside.



My view for the last few weeks. Tea, laptop, field notes, medication, photos of warm places, and my stash of Christmas chocolate, now sadly depleted. I briefly considered writing a research project outline examining if intake rates of good quality milk chocolate rise sharply during periods of heavy paper-writing for grad school students, but it seemed like a pointless study.

Miss you all.