Song of the day, Louis Armstrong, I’ll be glad when you’re dead you rascal you
We draw ever closer to the longest night of the year. Just six days away. How to celebrate the longest night, that is the question. Might be a good night for old Jazz and a toddy.
The sky is gray slate today, and the temp didn’t top 10. A perfect day for making luminaries, and so three buckets of water are out nestled in the snow, doing their thing. How long til they are just right? It’s always a guessing game. I’ll test before bed tonight. Perhaps morning will be better. Or perhaps in the morning they will be frozen solid. Meanwhile, there’s a rumpus of bunny tracks in the yard, and there was a cardinal at the bird-feeder, looking disappointed at the offerings. Crows seem to be enjoying themselves. They are totally raucous.
Today was also a good day to take the Xmas tree out into the yard to shake the dust off. The neighbors may have thought it curious, me out in the yard, swinging our Christmas tree over my head. Well, let ’em talk. It’s a Christmas tradition. What of it?
I’m keeping my eye on the Big Lake up north. Big chunks of ice bobbing about in the swells, but still mostly liquid. The lighthouse seems stalwart and reassuring in the foggy winter morning.
Song of the day, Albert Ammons and Pete Johnson, Sixth Avenue Express
Yesterday’s Phenology: A surprisingly nice day, after recent weather occurences, with sun, and blue sky, and reasonably warmish April temps. Wood ducks, mallards, and canadian geese all getting along around the pond. People could learn a thing or two from these water fowl.
Song of the day: Joe Cocker, With a Little Help From My Friends
Yesterday’s Phenology: Picture perfect day. Upper 60s and sunny. Visited Eloise Butler wildflower garden. I won’t go into details, but many little wildflowers are up and open for business. You’ll see some pictures soon.
Song of the day: Meade Lux Lewis, Honky Tonk Train Blues
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another above average day. A little bit of morning frost on the windshield (won’t see that around much longer) and then the sun came out of the clouds and the day was pleasant and 50s.
Song of the day: Lester Young, Jammin’ the Blues
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: 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: The days are all blending together, a long gray line. Cloudy skies and slightly above freezing again yesterday. Just like the day before, and the day before, and the day before.
Song of the Day: Jack Teagarden, What Did I Do to Be So Black and Blue
THE place to go if you are looking for 78s in the Twin Cities.
Yesterday’s phenology: Ducks and Geese, Wasps and Bees, and wee flying spinning things which catch the sunlight but I can’t make out what they are, but they are everywhere. Cool nights, and our furnace kicked on this morning, which seems early to this phenologist, but records on the furnace kick-on date are non-existent. The commute east in the morning this week has been rather wicked, with nary a cloud in the sky and the sun a painfully bright orange orb rising up at the end of every avenue.
Song of the day? Can you guess?