THE place to go if you are looking for 78s in the Twin Cities.
Yesterday’s phenology: Ducks and Geese, Wasps and Bees, and wee flying spinning things which catch the sunlight but I can’t make out what they are, but they are everywhere. Cool nights, and our furnace kicked on this morning, which seems early to this phenologist, but records on the furnace kick-on date are non-existent. The commute east in the morning this week has been rather wicked, with nary a cloud in the sky and the sun a painfully bright orange orb rising up at the end of every avenue.
Song of the day? Can you guess?