What crisis?

Approaching 60 degrees on the west porch for Sunday mugs of tea at 4 PM in late February. FEBRUARY! A lovely interlude but clearly something is wrong. The ice is completely out of the farm lake which is unheard of; four inches of snow two days ago also gone. And disavowing that something is wrong was our new President's first official act. I thought then I had identified a cause to strap on a shield for. But then the refugees, beloved brethren of the very same planet. Now the press. What crisis next? And which one will ignite my most fiery passion? [It's strategic scattering, neh?]