Song of the day: Leon Redbone and Zooey Deschanal, Baby it’s Cold Outside
Song of the day: Patsy Cline, Walkin’ After Midnight
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: 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: 65 degrees. What can you say? A record-breaking warm spell for November, but perhaps not a record that will stand for along time, unfortunately. Are phenologists generally gloomy about the future? Or mostly dispassionate observers/recorders of natural phenomenon? Or both? In any case, we’ll have our longest growing season on record this year, and our latest hard frost in the Twin Cities. And it’s not really anything to be too happy about.
Song of the day: OK Go, This Too Shall Pass
Yesterday’s Phenology: A very fall-like day, overcast, a chilly breeze, in the mid-40s. Went to the dogpark in the morning, and many of the trees there are bare, especially so at the top of the trail, but even down below, by the river there is a nice soft carpet of leaves for the dogs to run on. And run they do. Had some fresh-picked raspberries with my granola this morning. Unusual for late October, but I may still be getting some in November, by the look of things.
Song of the day: the Police, Spirits in the Material World
Yesterday’s phenology: Dark and rainy morning. Flynn did not enjoy our morning walk, in the dark, in the rain. 10 hours and 25 minutes of daylight, and I think I was at work for 8 of those. A month ago we were at 11 hours and 56 minutes. A month from now we’ll be at 9 hours and 9 minutes, and Thanksgiving will be over, and we’ll be listening to Christmas music while huddled around candles in the cold and the dark.
Song of the day: David Bromberg, Dehlia