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Yesterday’s Phenology: Another cool cloudy spring day. Temp just nudged up to 50 degrees. Blue Jays are looking at things very critically, these days. They are vainglorious posers who are never around when there is real work to be done, but they love to complain about things.
Well, maybe they are not all like that.

Song of the day: Harry James and his Orchestra, When Your Lover Has Gone

 


the bicycle bugs are out…

Yesterday’s Phenology: This has been a pretty nice spring! This morning, in the 40s. Maybe it got up into the 50s today. Rained a lot in the morning, cloudy afternoon, and then more rain and a bit of thunder in the evening. Big buds are opening up everywhere.

Song of the day: Count Basie and his Orchestra, One O’Clock Jump


spring flowers in Bikeland

Yesterday’s Phenology: Unseemingly sunny and cheery out side. Temps in the upper 50s. Razorback pigs are shedding their winter coats, boots, and mittens as they root around in the alleys, looking for the early spring truffles, or whatever else they can find. Their melodious grunting and snuffling reminds us all that it’s springtime in the heartland and that we should ought to be enjoying it.

Song of the day: the Beatles, Taxman


Springy afternoon

Yesterday’s Phenology: A sunny start to the day, and a bit breezy. Sun glinting off the choppy waters of the Mississippi as I biked over the Lake Street Bridge. A couple hours later it had clouded over a bit, which kept the temperature down a bit. It was a cool tail-wind as I rode west back across the bridge. Robins squabbling in the yard this morning, and crocus blooming in the yard, and tulips coming up. Everything is happening fast. Snow drops persisting. Trees are budding out, but not much in the way of leaves yet. Cardinals calling each other. All sorts of birds about now.

Song of the day: Talking Heads, No Compassion



the winter bike

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Yesterday’s Phenology: Another cold day. Seems to be a trend. Every January, seems to be cold in Minnesota. Today, -5 when I woke up. -31 in Hibbing. -39 in Crookston. I hate to think what the wind chill might have been up there. Makes -5 seem not so bad, like an early spring morning. A lack of new fallen snow was also welcome, and it was actually almost bright outside on my drive home from work. Perhaps this is the nadir of our winter?

Song of the day: James Taylor, Steamroller