"...and then the head of that hydrangea rolled by..."
See it lying there, caught under the left corner of the rhodie in the center?
Out my bedroom window is the view of this 60' by 90' semi-formal parterre. The rhododendrons at the entrance tell me by their deeply curled leaves closing in on their stems how very cold it is. ,Looking for signs of wind, I notice in a sudden gust the head of an Annabelle hydrangea from the hedge around the wrap-around porch blows across my view to lodge under that same rhodie. The bright sun, the light of which I am attempting to soak up through my east window; all tell me it is so very cold out there.
Humanities may help if they aren't sinking too fast
Some links relevant to the role of the humanities.
Ben Lillie, director of The Story Collider, writes about how the gurus of
science communication advice...