Brad Rosenheim<p><a href="https://climatejustice.social/tags/ClimateDiary" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>ClimateDiary</span></a><br><a href="https://climatejustice.social/tags/ClimateDiaries" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>ClimateDiaries</span></a><br><a href="https://climatejustice.social/tags/ClimateChange" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>ClimateChange</span></a><br><a href="https://climatejustice.social/tags/jasmine" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>jasmine</span></a><br><a href="https://climatejustice.social/tags/spring" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>spring</span></a></p><p>Usually in mid April I get the first whiff of the Confederate star jasmine plants around our neighborhood, including the one I planted in my front yard to climb a telephone pole 9 years ago. </p><p>April 4, 2024, was the first day I smelled them this year.</p>