until we get to the growing season and see in just which ways we are fucked this year.

Being sorry for the frogs is kind of more a catch-all for all of the ick that could potentially follow insufficiently harsh weather. I would give up the fair weather
to avoid such ick were the decision mine. In the meantime, I will try to not feel too guilty for love of things beyond my direct control:) I wish you the best for the growing season and hope it is not too bad for you and everyone else.