Song of the day: Tommy Tutone, 567-5309
Grey sky, gray snow, and gray spirits.
A typical January day, minus 11 inches of snow and plus 12 degrees. Squirrels seen sunning themselves on rocks.
Song of the day: Laurie Anderson, Gravity’s Angel
These mysterious structures were built millions of years ago, perhaps, by ancient suburbanites of this locale. The local legends speak of something referred to only as “weenie-roasts.” What actually took place here, what purpose these small monolithic structures served, what happened to the forgotten tribes that used them for some long lost purpose… well, we may never know the true story. We are left with conjecture and imagination. Could this be the representation of an ancient spacecraft that landed here before recorded time? Or it is an igloo precursor, hewn from stone by long-lost technology? Or some sort of communication device? Or an early sauna? Or the beehive of the gods???
Song of the day: Theme from the X Files
Yesterday’s Phenology: Big storms last night, everywhere around here but not here. Here the lawns are turning brown. We had a little thunder last night, and a little wind, and a little rain. Not much. We could use some rain.
Song of the Day, Chuck Berry, Maybellene
Yesterday’s Phenology: Well, let’s see. Sunny in the early morning, then clouded over a bit, then sunny again, and a little warmer, then breezy (from the west, as I biked west) and sunny, and then cloudy and thunderstorm, and then cooler, and partly cloudy, and maybe more rain? Lots of daisy’s blooming in the yard, and large clumps of green grapes hand from our pergola. Baby cucumbers in the garden, and it looks like raspberries are on their way too.
Song of the day: Keith Michell, Irma la Douce, The Wreck of a Mec
Yesterday’s Phenology: An odd sort of day. Upper 70s in the early early morning, and windy. Wind from the Southwest, but mostly from the south, didn’t seem to impede the westward bike ride. Sunny most of the day, and peaked at about 95, which is hotter than we like it. Clouded up in the early evening a bit, but nothing came from it, and the wind faded. A lot of lawns and grassy fields are starting to turn brownish, and some parts of the state are in early drought conditions. I guess a week of 80 degree sun will do that. Not so long ago there was more water than we knew what to do with, and Minnehaha Falls is still at full roar. Lots of birds hanging around the yard today, due to a number of filled bird baths.
Song of the day: the Lovin’ Spoonful, Summer in the City
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another day of stormy skies and rain. Much too nice to spend at work, and yet, there we were. Nice thunderstorm in the evening, just after dinner.
Song of the day: Tom Waits, Make It Rain & Rain Dogs
Yesterday’s Phenology: Sunny sky, high in the upper 60s, with a cooling breeze, redolent from the flowering trees, which seem to be everywhere. A few are starting to drop their petels, but many more are full of buds about to open.
song of the day: Grateful Dead, Uncle John’s Band
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another March day, high in the 40s, rained in the morning, and then stopped, though it looked like planned on raining again, and finally did in the later evening. A bit breezy, but generally nice, for March. The spring flowers are loving the cool temps, I think.
Song of the day: Leonard Cohen, Solidarity Forever
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
Yesterday’s Phenology: Very nice day; dog park in the morning was warm enough and mostly sunny. Lots of woodpeckers and cardinals at the dogpark, and a large raptor circling overhead, which I’m not sure what it was, but perhaps an osprey? Not an eagle. I don’t think a hawk, either. Very large, circling very gracefully. I’m not so good at identifying these raptors from below. Maybe it was a Condor? (kidding.) Very cool. Elsewhere on the Phenology front, the temp was probably in the upper 60s today, and we had a short thunderstorm in the late afternoon that dropped a lot of rain for about 15 minutes. Passing showers later on. Should get things greening up a bit.
Song of the Day: Paul Simon, Run That Body Down
Yesterday’s Phenology: A sunny start to the day, and a bit breezy. Sun glinting off the choppy waters of the Mississippi as I biked over the Lake Street Bridge. A couple hours later it had clouded over a bit, which kept the temperature down a bit. It was a cool tail-wind as I rode west back across the bridge. Robins squabbling in the yard this morning, and crocus blooming in the yard, and tulips coming up. Everything is happening fast. Snow drops persisting. Trees are budding out, but not much in the way of leaves yet. Cardinals calling each other. All sorts of birds about now.
Song of the day: Talking Heads, No Compassion
Yesterday’s Phenology: The day started out dark and gray. Then the sun came out and brightened things up a bit. Temps got up in the 50s, and it seemed like a nice March day. Vs of geese are seen flying over, headed towards the river. It always cheers me up to see them up there, and reminds me of the Wonderful Adventures of Nils.
Song of the day: Ides of March, Vehicle
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: We are suddenly getting some very March-like weather. Rather unexpected. Sunny day today, but the temp stayed in the low 30s. The snow is melting slowly. The crows seem querulous. Always bickering about something or other. Sidewalks still have some snowy patches (those neighbors who have given up on shoveling for the winter) and some icy patches, where they’ve been shoveled. All that’s missing, really, is about 15 or so inches of old snow. Then it would really be like March.
Song of the Day: R. Crumb and his Keep-on-Truckin’ Orchestra, River Blues
Yesterday’s Phenology: A very nice spring day. Probably got up into the upper 50s, and the wind died down, so it was actually almost warm out there. The wee snow-drop flowers are a-coming up in the garden, seems to be a few more than in previous years. Crows still rule the sky, but I did see a flicker, singing an odd song. Maybe it wasn’t a flicker. I’ll have to check the film.
Song of the day: The Drifters, On Broadway
VIIO thin men of Haddam,Why do you imagine golden birds?Do you not see how the blackbirdWalks around the feetOf the women about you?
VIIcicles filled the long windowWith barbaric glass.The shadow of the blackbirdCrossed it, to and fro.The moodTraced in the shadowAn indecipherable cause.
Saw a crow fly over as we walked. Nothing more.
Yesterday’s Phenology: Ahhh, February. Maybe it was in the 30s today, but it felt a bit colder. Cloudy but bright. Didn’t crack freezing; sidewalks have patchy ice. Crows flit from tree to tree, calling and heckling. Clouds broke up a bit in the evening, caught glimpses of the moon and Venus.
Song of the Day: Antonio Vivaldi, Winter