This gentleman was playing his harp at the mill city farmer’s market, which during the winter is held in the commons area of the mill city museum, downtown minneapolis. It was a nice saturday morning at the market, we bought some honey and a beautiful pot to put it in, and stopped over at the nearby Izzy’s Ice Cream factory for a delicious bowl of cold. (What could we have been thinking? But it was good; coffee flavored cold, for me.)
Today’s phenological note:
I noticed today the many of the bare trees in our yard, the river birch and the ironwood, and the dogwoods, were actually shivering in the cold wind. It was brisk out there. For a brief moment I thought I heard a grey squirrel’s teeth chattering, but then realized that it was me. Several sharp-eyed observers saw a bald eagle flying over Lake Street yesterday, in the midtown area. Not sure what he was doing there, though perhaps he was wondering the same thing about me?