Yesterday’s Phenology: Another mostly gray day, mostly below 45 degrees, mostly a little breezy. Probably a pretty typical March sort of day, though I’m kind of forgetting what a typical March day is like. In this case, gray and cool and dry.
Song of the day: The Cranberries, Dream
Yesterday’s Phenology: A cold and overcast spring day. Largely in the 30s. Not good baseball weather.
Song of the day: John Fogarty, Centerfield
Yesterday’s Phenology: A nice spring day. Sunny, mostly, and a bit breezy. Not warm enough to kill all the snow, though. First robin of spring? Check.
Song of the day: The Mamas and the Papas, Monday Monday
Yesterday’s Phenology: A march sort of day. Sunny, and a bit warmer, but breezy, so a bit colder. That sort of day. Went for a long walk with Flynn in the afternoon, and was followed by a murder of crows, perhaps about a hundred or so, a boisterous lot. We pretended to ignore them, as they were dying for our attention. I may also have seen a hawk, also ignoring the crows as best he could. Though the last few days have been not so cold, there are still scraps of snow here and there to remind us of winter.
Song of the day: Dean Glenn Hubbard, Every Breath You Take
Yesterday’s Phenology: Sunny, with a cold nip in the air. Scattered remnant of recent snow fall reminds one a bit of winter, though here we are in March already. Late in the day a pack of crows mocked me in the back yard. I shook my fist at them. Didn’t help.
Song of the day: Bob Dylan, I Threw it All Away
Yesterday’s Phenology: Sunny and cold(er). What was it, maybe 17 today? Yes, 17. Again, wildlife is staying under cover. A brisk little wind made that a good idea.
Song of the Day: Charles Mingus, Better Git it in Your Soul
Yesterday’s Phenology: A suitably morose day, gray and depressing, with a heavy mist stinking of discouragement, disappointment, and dismay. The temp peaked at about 37 today, but there was a cold chill in the air as darkness descends.
Song of the Day: Bob Dylan, A Hard Rain’s a Gonna Fall