Spring already?

Wow. This morning as I was reading a poem about the coyotes my wife wrote, they started yipping. It was cool. I cracked the front door and listened.

It has been delightful here lately on Whidbey. Blossoms are emerging, the weather sunny and mid fifties. This is winter here. I love it! Different bird migrations tell me that spring is coming though. I get disconcerted when I look at Mt. Pilchuk and see no snow. It has been unseasonably warm and dry this winter. Perhaps March will be blustery, but we missed for the most part two months of winter. The worst two usually. The ski season on the Cascades was for all practical purposes wrecked. Many of the resorts closed regularly. It seems bittersweet. Since I work outside, I have loved the weather. But this changing climate is troublesome. It seems a sign of the times, and in Buddhist teaching, it's a sign of collective karma.