Yesterday’s phenology: A sunny day. Temp was up in the mid 20s, and no one was complaining. We have an endless supply of crows, and these evening, at dusk, they were all headed towards downtown. I wonder where they go? Perhaps by St. Anthony Falls? Probably I should follow them and find out.
Today in Poetry Corner we have the first stanza from Wallace Stevens’, Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
Among twenty snowy mountains,The only moving thingWas the eye of the blackbird.