How many more times am I going to write this: another warm (-6), dreary, snowy day. Years ago before climate change became apparent, it was rare to have warm dreary days in January or February. We’d have cold (-30 to -40), crisp, brilliantly sunny weather day after day after day.
Now we have dank and drizzle, dank and drizzle, damp slippery snow.
There are magpies here that were never here before. And coyotes. There have been reports of cougars. All animals moving up from the south, much, I suppose, like people moving up from the south to work for government or the diamond mines.
This is what I think as I walk today. How things are changing. I’m almost looking for pussy willows in February which has always been unheard of. But now, I don’t know. Nothing is predictable anymore. If it ever was.
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