Yesterday’s phenology: an overcast day, temps in the upper 40s, nary a drop of sunlight to be seen. Green shoots are busy shooting up.
Song of the day: Tom Waits, Underground
Yesterday’s Phenology: Back into the 40s, and back into the clouds. Overcast, calm, looked like it wanted to rain. Another month of above average temperatures. That’s 19 months in a row, here, that we’ve had above average temperatures.
Song of the day: Harry Richman, Putting on the Ritz
Yesterday’s Phenology: Plenty to like. Got up to 64 in the late afternoon. The morning was cooler, with frost on the ground and steam rising up off the pond. Red Winged blackbirds were singing it up this morning. Urban wildlife seen wearing shorts and t-shirts.
Song of the Day: The Five Stairsteps, Ooh Child
Yesterday’s Phenology: The day started out dark and gray. Then the sun came out and brightened things up a bit. Temps got up in the 50s, and it seemed like a nice March day. Vs of geese are seen flying over, headed towards the river. It always cheers me up to see them up there, and reminds me of the Wonderful Adventures of Nils.
Song of the day: Ides of March, Vehicle
Yesterday’s Phenology: Well, a grand day it was, if you like a little chill and a lot of clouds and a bit of mist and wood smoke in the air. Took a nice long walk with wee Flynn, we are not the speediest of pairs, with me stopping to take pictures now and again, and him needing to examine every tree and light pole and clump of grass and bit of hedge and so on and so forth. Still, we had a grand old time. Flickers mocked us from over head, we ne’er saw a one, but we saw a number of the cardinals and a bossy blue jay, and all the usual little brown ones, and crows and a stray sea gull. Lots of green shoots poking their heads up, and the grass is trying to green up a bit. Aye, tis Spring all right.
Song of the day: Simon and Garfunkel, At the Zoo
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another mostly gray day, mostly below 45 degrees, mostly a little breezy. Probably a pretty typical March sort of day, though I’m kind of forgetting what a typical March day is like. In this case, gray and cool and dry.
Song of the day: The Cranberries, Dream
Yesterday’s Phenology: It felt like a fall day. Temps in the 40s and overcast, a bit foggy in the morning. Rained the night before for quite awhile. Maybe things will green up soon?
Song of the day: Simon and Garfunkel, A Hazy Shade of Winter
Yesterday’s Phenology: overcast and a tiny bit warmer. Almost not measurably warmer, but still, a bit warmer. And a bit rainy in the late afternoon. A little rain will be good.
Song of the day: Duke Ellington, It Don’t Mean a Thing
Yesterday’s Phenology: A cold and overcast spring day. Largely in the 30s. Not good baseball weather.
Song of the day: John Fogarty, Centerfield
Yesterday’s Phenology: A sunny chilly day. The temperature hung in the low 30s throughout the day, and there was an obnoxious breeze. Still, for March, it could be worse.
Song of the day, Lena Horne, Stormy Weather
Yesterday’s Phenology: Positively nice. Mid 50s. Magical disappearance of most of pond ice and snow scraps. Cardinals and Red-winged blackbirds singing their morning songs.
Song of the day: Sheryl Crow, Everyday Is A Winding Road
Yesterday’s Phenology: A nice spring day. Sunny, mostly, and a bit breezy. Not warm enough to kill all the snow, though. First robin of spring? Check.
Song of the day: The Mamas and the Papas, Monday Monday
Yesterday’s Phenology: cloudy and cool to start, but then the sun came out, blinding the local populace, but warming things up a bit, i.e., mid 40s, perhaps? Little bits of snow dot the landscape. Flickers and cardinals are claiming their territories.
Song of the day: Joni Mitchell, Free Man in Paris
One from the archives, Oct 2012, Jason Hackenwerth’s balloon sculpture at the Weisman Museum, U of M
Yesterday’s Phenology: It was an okay March day. Kind of cold and kind of windy, but at least it was unremittingly gray, nary a peep of old man sol. A bit of drizzle now and the, perhaps in the low low low 40s. The pond is frozen over again, but for a few open spots, where ducks and geese paddle about. We’re coming up on the first day of spring, and nary a robin has yet been spotted. Perhaps tomorrow?
Song of the day: Topol, If I were a Rich Man
Yesterday’s phenology: March continues. Temps maybe crept into the 40s. Snow receding. Grass beneath all brown and dead looking. Martha reports seeing a murder of crows harassing a great horned owl in the morning. There certainly are many crows aboot. That must be a sign of something. “When hundreds of crows do thee see, then…?”
Song of the day: Sinead O’Connor & The Chieftans, The Foggy Dew
Yesterday’s Phenology: We are suddenly getting some very March-like weather. Rather unexpected. Sunny day today, but the temp stayed in the low 30s. The snow is melting slowly. The crows seem querulous. Always bickering about something or other. Sidewalks still have some snowy patches (those neighbors who have given up on shoveling for the winter) and some icy patches, where they’ve been shoveled. All that’s missing, really, is about 15 or so inches of old snow. Then it would really be like March.
Song of the Day: R. Crumb and his Keep-on-Truckin’ Orchestra, River Blues
Yesterday’s Phenology: Sunny but not so warm. Mid 30s? Slow melting. Crows. Jupiter and the Moon up in the early morning sky, very bright.
Song of the day: Harry James and his Orchestra, It’s Funny to Everyone but Me
Yesterday’s Phenology: Well, we return to winter. About 4 inches of snow or so on the ground this morning, and, what with daylight saving’s time beginning, we are plunged back into early morning darkness. Such is life. Nothing lasts. The early morning snow was very good for displaying animal tracks, though, in actuality, it was only squirrels running from tree to tree. But squirrels are all right. They could be worse. The pond by work is all frozen over again and snow covered. And I had to dig the snow blower out after work to clear the sidewalks. But really, it was just a bit of a dusting. Can’t complain about 4 inches of snow in March. We’ve seen worse.
Beautiful big full moon this morning, in the dark blue morning sky. Kind of magical up there.
Song of the day: Duke Ellington, C Jam Blues
Yesterday’s Phenology: Ahh, the theater of the seasons. It started off cold and cloudy. Stayed cloudy, but warmed up a bit. First snowflakes were spotted about 1, and then it snowed pretty much the afternoon. Came down pretty good at times. Went for a long walk with Flynn in the snow. He enjoyed it more than me, I think. But it was pretty, and also nice and quiet. We got about 2 inches or so during the afternoon, and they say more will fall overnight. But that’s what they always say. Anytime a big storm hits a place, they always close the news story with that line. “More rain is expected.” The never say, “The sun will be coming out tomorrow, and all this snow will soon melt away.” What does this say about people? We like our weather stories to end with a note of despair? Such is our lot in life. More rain is expected.
The crows were out crowing about in the falling snow this afternoon. They seem to enjoy their lives. Perhaps, if we live good lives, we are reincarnated as crows.
Song of the day: Trip Shakespeare, Snow Days
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another cold winter day. Partly cloudy. Chickadees flitting about, and a flicker calling it’s weird call. Sounds like a dog toy, a bit. Cold. Eight degrees as I walked Flynn this morning. Wasn’t it in the 60s, recently?
Song of the day: Billie Holiday, Duke Ellington, Don’t Explain
Yesterday’s Phenology: Shades of Winter! Five lonely degrees outside when I went to work yesterday morning. And it stayed cold and grey throughout the day. Took a couple walks around the pond, and Melissa and I heard the ice singing on the pond. I’m not sure what was going on, but it sounded either like a.) a volley of photon torpedoes, or b.) a sheet of metal being shook. And also there was a big cracking noise too, at one point. The ice was, at this time, a very large sheet floating out on the pond, covering most of the pond but not the area around the shore. I think the wind was making the ice rise and fall, and that was making the “singing” sound (as Melissa described it) and also the big cracking sound, (as I described it.) When I went out again later the ice was forming in all the areas that had been open water just a few hours earlier (it was cold yesterday. It still is cold, I guess.) and everything was still, and the only thing that was singing was the geese and ducks. If you can call that singing. Anyway, it was a good day for Phenology. The day of the singing ice.
Song of the day: Singing Ice
Yesterday’s Phenology: Any day, now, phenology is going to start busting out all over. But not yesterday, which was overcast and cold like February should have been. It was in the upper 20s, but felt colder. Probably due to the 60s we’ve experienced lately. Context is so important. Anyway, it was cold, and getting colder now by the minute.
Song of the day: Frank Sinatra, One for my Baby
I saw this Red-winged Blackbird about a week ago. He eyed me curiously, no doubt thinking that the photographers were out early this year.
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another windy day – perhaps not as windy as yesterday, but a bit cooler, Mostly sunny. Squirrels by the lake are gathering chunks of ice to store for the hot summer months.
Song of the day: Joni Mitchell, You Turn Me on I’m a Radio
Yesterday’s Phenology: Well, as you might suspect, after a day in the 60s and thunderstorms, the temperature dropped last night and I woke up to a dusting of snow on the ground. Minnesota. The day started off gray and then morphed to partly cloudy, and the temp got up into the 40s, I think, but the big story was the wind, it was windy all day, very windy, 30 – 45 mph winds. The clouds were all dramatic and fast moving. It was an interesting day. The geese around the pond, and the crows, seemed to be enjoying the strong winds. Like they were having fun up there.
Song of the day: Paul Simon, American Tune, 2015