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It just warmed up.

We inexplicably don't have school here today, and my daughter has her friend over to play. As soon as she got here, my daughter and her friend went running in the fields. I made them wear long pants and sweaters, because it's only thirty-five degrees (f) out. It still feels so warm, though, by comparison, that they both came back with their sweaters tied around their wastes. It's hot out there, I guess! The creek is melted, and they were disappointed that I didn't let them go wading in it- because, you know, it's thirty-five (I think that's one or two celsius). So warm!

And I just realized-- what day is it? I just noticed that I left this reindeer out on the lawn. You know, from Christmas.

I'd better take him inside! The poor thing is going to burn up in this thirty-five degree weather. 

Fire and Ice.

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.


-Robert Frost


The temperatures here in the Northlands have soared to higher seventies or lower eighties for the past week. To give you perspective, the average high is usually 44. It is beautiful, but strange to sunbathe in March. This is weather usually reserved for June.

Some of the chickens didn't molt until March, because the winter was already so mild, so now they are walking around naked, getting sunburned.

People who don't believe in Climate Change are insane.