snow

the lost glove

 

Song of the day: Fine Young Cannibals, Good Thing

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spring snow

Yesterday’s Phenology: We actually did get some snow yesterday. Mostly it rained a cold rain through the day, but in the mid afternoon the rain decided to turn to snow for a bit, and we had several million flakes come down on us. Nothing that stuck on the ground, however. But it was a pleasant enough day, rainy and cold and breezy and cloudy, and wet wet wet. Just like we like it.

Song of the day: Pete Seeger, L’Internationale


Winter of the Crows – 10

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At the sight of blackbirds
Flying in a green light,
Even the bawds of euphony
Would cry out sharply.
Yesterday’s Phenology: Warmish — particularly for February — and W      I           N                D                       Y          !

Song of the Day: Andrei Krylov, Black Crow


winter tree

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Yesterday’s Phenology: Ahhh, February. Maybe it was in the 30s today, but it felt a bit colder. Cloudy but bright. Didn’t crack freezing; sidewalks have patchy ice. Crows flit from tree to tree, calling and heckling. Clouds broke up a bit in the evening, caught glimpses of the moon and Venus.

Song of the Day: Antonio Vivaldi, Winter


monday at the dogpark

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Yesterday’s Phenology: Cold. Mostly due to the wind. Sunny bright. Got up into the low 20s today, but the wind brought it down by about 10 or so.

Song of the Day: The Shangri-Las, Remember (Walking in the Sand)


it’s a dog meet dog world

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Yesterday’s Phenology: Winter wears on. Sunnier today, and cold, teens, with a steady breeze (in the 50 or so minutes I was outside.) A brilliant clear city night. Were those the Pleiades I saw up there tonight? A definite perhaps.

Song of the Day: Harry Nilsson, Me and My Arrow


snow scape, footprints, time

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Yesterday’s Phenology: Today, late in the day, the sun came out a bit. The temp approached the freezing mark, but stalled out at 31. The sun was a big red ball on the horizon during the evening commute. Thousands of crows were flying about the Mississippi, near the Franklin Avenue Bridge. I saw them from a distance as I was coming down the hill from Prospect Park. They reminded me of bats leaving a cave. Headed towards downtown, along the river. Friday night crow party, downtown Minneapolis. After I got home I noticed Venus up there in the twilight sky as I was walking Flynn around the block. I pointed it out to Flynn. He cared not.

Song of the day: John Lee Hooker, Santana, The Healer