Song of the day:Louis Armstrong, When the Saints Go Marchin’ In
Yesterday’s Phenology: A nice sunny warm dry day. And a bit breezy. And everything is pretty green again
Song of the day: The Vogues, Five O’Clock World
Yesterday’s Phenology: Pleasant enough. Cool and sunny morning. As the day wore on the offices warmed up. Had an afternoon meeting in a conference room that was a bit too warm. Don’t think we’ve hit air conditioning season yet, but it won’t be long now. Overcast in the evening, and now, as I prepare for bed, some lightning and thunder and, I assume, precipitation. Very pleasant hearing rain on the roof as one drifts off to sleep.
Song of the day: The Monkees, Daily Nightly
Yesterday’s Phenology: Ahh, the theater of the seasons. It started off cold and cloudy. Stayed cloudy, but warmed up a bit. First snowflakes were spotted about 1, and then it snowed pretty much the afternoon. Came down pretty good at times. Went for a long walk with Flynn in the snow. He enjoyed it more than me, I think. But it was pretty, and also nice and quiet. We got about 2 inches or so during the afternoon, and they say more will fall overnight. But that’s what they always say. Anytime a big storm hits a place, they always close the news story with that line. “More rain is expected.” The never say, “The sun will be coming out tomorrow, and all this snow will soon melt away.” What does this say about people? We like our weather stories to end with a note of despair? Such is our lot in life. More rain is expected.
The crows were out crowing about in the falling snow this afternoon. They seem to enjoy their lives. Perhaps, if we live good lives, we are reincarnated as crows.
Song of the day: Trip Shakespeare, Snow Days
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another cold winter day. Partly cloudy. Chickadees flitting about, and a flicker calling it’s weird call. Sounds like a dog toy, a bit. Cold. Eight degrees as I walked Flynn this morning. Wasn’t it in the 60s, recently?
Song of the day: Billie Holiday, Duke Ellington, Don’t Explain