Song of the day: Grateful Dead, Bird Song
Today’s Phenology: Gray start to the day. Then some sun. Then more gray. Freezing rain in the morning. Winter rules.
Song of the day, Nina Simone, Wild is the Wind
Phenological note: December thaw. 47 degrees today? Expect to see people out in their bermuda shorts and flip-flops. Our snow cover will be rapidly diminishing, and the ice houses out on Lake Pepin make me worry. I noticed that yesterday was a bit longer than the day before, so things are looking up, and the optimists among us consider December 22nd as the first true day of spring. Can baseball be far behind?
Song of the day, George Harrison, the Ballad of Sir Frankie Crisp
Today’s Pheonological Note:
Today’s Winter Storm Warning is bringing a day of snoraileet: snow, rain and sleet. Not a very good day for biking, alas. A very good day for bourbon and pie-baking, though. Winter officially began this year on the day before Thanksgiving, (known here traditionally as Wednesday,) when we got about 8 inches of wet snow, the kind known locally as “old shovelsticker.” Now that the snow is here, the big Maple in the front yard has commenced with the leaf drop. Bunny tracks are found in the new snow this morning, along with the less distinctive tracks of the Amazon delivery guy who dropped my package on the porch steps sometime late yesterday, where it sat in the cold and the dark all night long.
Song of the day, Sly and the Family Stone, Everybody is a Star
Phenology note: dark these days. And cold. This time of year, water will freeze solid if left outdoors unattended.
Life is good on the North Shore.
Song of the day, Ravi Shankar & Yehudi Menuhin, Prabhati