On January 1, it was 48 degrees on my farm. My sons were at the playground, dressed in sweatshirts and jeans, rather than winter coats and mittens. Their ice skates had yet to be used this year. Their sleds haven’t even come out of the garage. Walking out in the warm weather among the goats, I noticed my cowslips and primroses are up and there are buds on the pussy willows…
Now weather is complicated and climate is complicated and you will note that I make no claims about what has or hasn’t influenced things…The aggregate of my research and watching my site probably isn’t worth very much scientifically – I haven’t lived here long enough and the local data wasn’t taken from my precise site, so its value is uncertain. What it does teach me is that adaptation to complicated weather is something that has to be a priority in our lives, however.