trees, flowers &/or other plant life

early morning fog

Yesterday’s Phenology: In the upper 40s in the early morning, a bit chilly on the bike. Warmed up a bit as day wore on , but still, mostly cloudy and cool, with some gusty breezes.

Song of the day: the Beatles, Hey Jude

Winter of the Crows – 6


Icicles filled the long window
With barbaric glass.
The shadow of the blackbird
Crossed it, to and fro.
The mood
Traced in the shadow
An indecipherable cause.
Yesterday’s Phenology: Well, another odd day in an odd winter. It got up to 46 degrees, and I took a turn around the pond without my winter coat, a sweatshirt being sufficient. Sunny, a bit of a breeze. Snow receeding, though the pond is still iced over.
Saw a crow fly over as we walked. Nothing more.
Song of the day: Arve Moen Bergset, Kråkevisa

winter grass


Yesterday’s Phenology: Just a few degrees colder and a few inches of fresh snow and it seems like winter again. Today I heard on the radio that we’re headed for another warmer-than-average month. Which will make 17 in a row. Which kind of makes me wonder if we will ever have another colder-than-average month. Today’s high was 29. Paul Huttner on the Updraft blog reports that 18 of the last 26 days have been cloudy or mostly cloudy. Squadrons of geese fly over frequently, going here and there. What makes a bunch of geese decide to go fly somewhere, some other little patch of water? Boredom? A mean-looking squirrel tried to drop a big branch on me the other day. Everybody’s on edge, it seems.

Song of the Day: John Lee Hooker – Crawlin King Snake Blues

dawn on Maplewood pond, about a month ago


Yesterday’s Phenology: Not so bad, actually. (Can phenology be good or bad? No, not really. It should be objective observations of the what transpires, unsullied by value judgments.) None the less, not too bad. About -7 when I got up, and got up to a high of about 7. Sunny. Snow piled up everywhere. A rather pretty day, and we are all acclimated to the temperature. Not that we don’t complain about it. But really, we’re used to it. And they are predicting temps in the -20 range in a few days, so we will enjoy the mild -7 while it lasts.

Song of the day: Barry and Beth Hall, The Holly and the Ivy

autumn gold


Yesterday’s phenology: 71 degrees! And breezy, as the warm front pushed through. We still haven’t had a hard frost in the Twin Cities, and I heard the weather guy on the radio say that we are approaching a record for “length of growing season.” If we make it to Halloween it would be the third longest on record (202 days.) We would have to get into the first week of November to set a new all-time record.
Anyway, an unusually warm day. Probably not a good thing, as it speaks again to global warming. But we must take it as it comes, I guess.

Song of the day: Flight of the Conchords, Hiphopopotamus vs. Rhymnoceros

great blue heron in a small suburban office park pond, surveying his domain


Yesterday’s phenology: The crows were cocky this morning around the pond in Maplewood. After besting that hawk yesterday, they are all full of themselves. Crows RULE. Meanwhile the geese and ducks I don’t think even notice the crows. There are probably a couple hundred of them around the pond, coming and going. They seem to be working on their formation flying lately. The egrets and the heron always appear all by themselves, at the edge of the pond, looking lonely and forlorn while the gaggles of geese swim by in small flotillas.
A breezy fall day, and more leaves coming down more often. On the Lake Street Bridge, looking down at the Mississippi, I see the trees are about 30 to 35% now. Pretty colorful, nicely contrasting with all the remaining green.

Song of the day: Loudon Wainwright, I’d Rather be Lonely


the cool of the shade

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