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, George Harrison, the Ballad of Sir Frankie Crisp
Today’s Pheonological Note:
Today’s Winter Storm Warning is bringing a day of snoraileet: snow, rain and sleet. Not a very good day for biking, alas. A very good day for bourbon and pie-baking, though. Winter officially began this year on the day before Thanksgiving, (known here traditionally as Wednesday,) when we got about 8 inches of wet snow, the kind known locally as “old shovelsticker.” Now that the snow is here, the big Maple in the front yard has commenced with the leaf drop. Bunny tracks are found in the new snow this morning, along with the less distinctive tracks of the Amazon delivery guy who dropped my package on the porch steps sometime late yesterday, where it sat in the cold and the dark all night long.
Song of the day, Sly and the Family Stone, Everybody is a Star
Phenology note: dark these days. And cold. This time of year, water will freeze solid if left outdoors unattended.
Life is good on the North Shore.
Song of the day, Ravi Shankar & Yehudi Menuhin, Prabhati
Yesterday’s Phenology: Back into the 40s, and back into the clouds. Overcast, calm, looked like it wanted to rain. Another month of above average temperatures. That’s 19 months in a row, here, that we’ve had above average temperatures.
Song of the day: Harry Richman, Putting on the Ritz
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)
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: Another cheery gray day, temps hovering in the mid 20s, a little breeze making it feel a little chillier than that. I was thinking about the birds that I’ve seen so far this year. The bird list has kind of come to a standstill. Geese and crows. Crows and geese. Crows and crows. Sparrows at the bird feeder. Deep, we are deep down in the January doldrums.
Song of the day: John Lee Hooker, Blues Before Sunrise
Mark Twain said that. This is a good time to spend some time with your dog.
Yesterday’s Phenology: More gray damp somewhat melting weather. Got up to 38 today. Heard a woodpecker tentatively pecking a bit while on the morning walk. Saw it climbing about in the branches. He looked dissatisfied. Perhaps a bit early for real pecking.
Song of the day: Creedence Clearwater Revival, Fortunate Son
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
Yesterday’s Phenology: the start of the January thaw? When I woke up in was about 5 degrees, but when we left the house about 1ish it was up to about 30 degrees, and we ended up sneaking up above freezing, up to 33 degrees. Needless to say, there was widespread enthusiasm for this. Bermuda shorts were out and the young folk were tossing frisbees in the parks. A nice sunny day, reminding us of what things can be like on occasion.
The Art Institute was crowded today, it being the last day for the Martin Luther show. I missed it.
Song of the Day: Orff, O Fortuna