Climate change and the art of lawn maintenance

Who are you going to believe?  A bunch of distinguished scientists or your own lying outdoor thermometer?  I saw a headline today that said it has been the coldest winter in the US since 1912, and another that gave another more recent comparison date.  One specified that it has been the coldest winter if one counted only the months since the beginning of this year.  Etc.  Anyway, it's been cold recently.  Here on the Massachusetts coast, the trees are only now budding, which is on the late side.  Today it was 54° when I got up; yesterday it was 39° and the day before 34°. 

Doubts are spreading about the global warming thesis, and the recent UN report confesses that the models they had been using were not working; they suggest that weather is too complex to model.  The climate issue has, unfortunately, become a political football, or fireball, or snowball, as the case may be.  It is confusing.  Anyway, I know that I am not as worried about warming as I was ten years ago when it seemed imminent.  Perhaps we should look to the medieval author of The Cloud of Unkowning and put aside any preconceptions.  I know one this for sure, however, and that is that this cold, wet weather seems to have worked for the new lawn I put in behind the house.  The grass seeds have germinated and are coming in evenly.  In my neighborhood, all politics are local.