2015's February never broke 20 degrees.
2016's has been all over the map, but largely over 20.
The snow is gone. The ice is smooth, cleared of snow by warm rains, but thin, leaving fishing huts marooned on the lakes, unlikely to be rescued. It's mud-season to walk through the woods.
The courses are open for the year and we played golf today. Simple joy echoed through the leafless woods as men laughed, played, teased each other, and simply took advantage of a warm day as rare as a leap year.
Given this early chance, Mainers are ready to Spring. And we take it.
It may snow again; the weather may turn cold. But it's doubtful. Snow-mobilers had only a few weekends. The machines are parked in their sheds or on the lawn where they'll await another season. Those who plow driveways had a poor year. The snow-blower used only a gallon of gas. The price of no. 2 fuel oil was at a decade's low, but the temperatures didn't even call for much of it. If having wood in the spring is money in the bank, what is not using inexpensive oil? A sign. A sign.
What did Punxsutawney Phil do with a his shadow a few weeks back? Ah, who cares? We're not looking back. March will gasp and sputter, lion to lamb, and suddenly there will be warm days, ants, and a lawn-mower to start.
If the years pass more quickly as we age, then the winters must me subjected to the same laws. Goodbye winter. We hardly knew you. Which is fine for this year. Do your best come December, for today we laugh. It is Spring. It is time to make merry!