Sunshine from morning to evening, the nights are clear, and the blades of grass in the park are swayed by a mild breeze. No, there is nothing to complain about: the first days of June were as they should be.
The soft green spring is over, the still dreamy awakening after the torpor of winter, when the birds timidly announce territorial claims in the shyly sprouting leaves. In the meantime the leaves have darkened, the tulips have faded and roses are opening their first buds in the gardens. The air is not yet sizzling with heat, nor does one have to flee into the shade; but the anorak is no longer needed.
summer expectation land. Wasn’t it always a pleasure to live in it? The long holidays would soon begin, the endless days on the Isar beach, the happy time with the plug and sunburn on the Mediterranean. June was one big promise: Summer is going to be big.
Yes, that’s how it used to be. But is it still like that? Doesn’t the longing for summer mix with the concern that it could get too hot – as so often in recent years? Instead of summer-sun-Isar-happiness, withered fields, rivers withered to rivulets, dried-up forest. And in the southern dream countries, storms devastate the landscape, torrents flood cities, and the sea eats up the beach.
One could almost think that the climate catastrophe is real, although our electrician says it’s all fake news. And he should know. He studied two videos on the web and since then he understands the climate better than any scientist. He even knows that Habeck invented the greenhouse effect, in complicity with the powerful cyclist lobby.
And at least one governing party in Berlin is also thinking in this direction: “If it does get a little warmer, then I’ll be happy about the better crop yields, the milder winters and the better wine.” Frank Schäffler wrote that. He is a politician and sits in the Bundestag for the FDP. Finally someone who sees the devastation of the planet as something positive, as a godsend for friends of a good drop. Who knows, maybe Söder and his people secretly see it that way too. And Aiwanger’s village populists even more so. Oh, that’s unfair, sorry. You make climate policy. Seriously even. And most ambitious when it comes to preventing climate protection.
Apparently, the Munich City Hall is not that far yet. They planted snapdragons, candles and other flowers on the balcony above Marienplatz so that the bees would have something to nibble on. It almost looks as if the Bavarian bees would have to be offered a last refuge, when the state government is doing everything to make the country livable with roads and generously dimensioned commercial areas – including for insects, provided they can cope with pesticides in well-dosed quantities. From that point of view, there is no need to worry. We are in good hands. And no one has to worry about being arrested by the police when buying a tube of superglue in a hardware store. At least not always.