Song of the day: Bruce Cockburn, High Winds, White Sky
Today’s Phenology: Temperature hovering around freezing for the last several days, leading to minor snow melt and some ice in places. Sun is neglecting us. Landscape is varying shades of white. Foxes and/or coyotes spotted on neighborhood security cameras. Many bunny tracks in the yard. Eagle spotted riding the winds over the river, looking for dinner. Crows dominate the bare trees. A damp cold that creeps into your bones. Sunday evening always feels like sunday evening, a school night, the end of control over time. The clock is ticking.
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: Warrior Meditation, Shakuhachi and the Sea
Song of the day: Stranger Than Fiction, Wreckless Eric, Whole Wide World
Fairport Convention, Who Knows Where the Time Goes
Yesterday’s Phenology: A much nicer day, cooler, 80s, and much less humid. Geese and egrets enjoying the pond in Maplewood.
Song of the day: Eric Burdon and The Animals, San Franciscan Nights
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another sunny day. High of 86, (3 above average.) Not a lot of wind, but a lot of sun, making for a thirsty day. A pretty quiet day, but for the occasional explosions.
Song of the day: John Prine, Your Flag Decal Won’t Get You into Heaven Anymore
Yesterday’s Phenology: A sunny day. Oppressively so. With a bit of a headwind, if you’re biking in an easterly direction, unpleasant if you’re tired and on your way home and going up hill. The garden flourishes, though. Kale and lettuce, baby cucumbers on the vine, and raspberries soon to make an appearance.
Song of the day: Jerry Jeff Walker, Desperados Waiting for the Train
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