jungle cat
Song of the day: Dick Dale and the Del Tones, Misirlou
Dogparks are for Running In. Or through.
Song of the day: Dion, Run Around Sue
sunday is always dog park day
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another summer day. High in the upper 80s, 90% sunny, maybe a bit humid, a tiny breeze. Water level on the Mississippi is very down, with lots of beach to walk on. Lots of wildflowers in the prairie are blooming, so says the weatherguide calendar, and I can verify, the small patch of “prairie” that I bike through is all abloom, very pretty.
Song of the Day: Arlo Guthrie, Walkin’ Down the Line
The Call of the Wild
Yesterday’s Phenology: A bit of a front moved through. Or something. Anyway it started raining in the early morning and rained most of the day. A good soaking.
Song of the day: Los Lobos, Will the Wolf Survive
did someone say dog-park day?
Yesterday’s Phenology: An odd sort of day. Upper 70s in the early early morning, and windy. Wind from the Southwest, but mostly from the south, didn’t seem to impede the westward bike ride. Sunny most of the day, and peaked at about 95, which is hotter than we like it. Clouded up in the early evening a bit, but nothing came from it, and the wind faded. A lot of lawns and grassy fields are starting to turn brownish, and some parts of the state are in early drought conditions. I guess a week of 80 degree sun will do that. Not so long ago there was more water than we knew what to do with, and Minnehaha Falls is still at full roar. Lots of birds hanging around the yard today, due to a number of filled bird baths.
Song of the day: the Lovin’ Spoonful, Summer in the City
dog park day: whole lotta sniffin’ goin’ on…
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another perfect spring day. Low 60s and cloudy in the morning when we went dogparkin’. this is not the best picture of Flynn, but it gives a good idea of what’s up at the dog park on any given day. Dogs being dogs. Everybody happy. Sun came out as we left dogparkland, and it warmed up a bit, upper 60s, low 70s. Lotta green now, and, as I mentioned, all the trees are blossoming furiously. Heard an unusual bird at the dogpark, but there are now enough leaves up in the trees that it was impossible to spot. More research is needed.
Song of the day: Michael Parks, Then Came Bronson. (Okay, not really a song, per se.)
