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Song of the day: The Chi-lites, Have You Seen Her?

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Grand Marais

Song of the day: Leon Redbone and Zooey Deschanal, Baby it’s Cold Outside


Angel from Maiden Rock

Yesterday’s Phenology: Summer continues. Sunny. 91. Not so enjoyable. Very dry.

Song of the day: Bonnie Raitt, Angel from Montgomery


Dine / Dance

Yesterday’s Phenology: Sunny and warmish — though the day did start off with scraping ice off the windshield. But, a momentary disappointment. The day improved. The sun warmed. Wood ducks waddle by the pond. Geese pout by the paths, all surly and annoyed. I don’t believe I’ve ever seen a cheery Canadian Goose. They are malcontents.

Song of the day, Petula Clark, I Know a Place


N 2nd Ave, downtown Minneapolis

Yesterday’s Phenology: Another nice April day. Sunny and just over 60. Trees are getting fat with buds.¬†Forsythia starting to bloom. Little snowdrops finally fading, they lasted a long time this spring. Green shoots popping up everywhere. Cardinals singing spring songs like crazy. Robins everywhere. Where are the crows? Haven’t seen many lately. North for the summer? As of yet, I haven’t seen much insect life. Perhaps I just haven’t noticed.

Song of the day: Petula Clark, Downtown


night caffe

Yesterday’s Phenology: Any day, now, phenology is going to start busting out all over. But not yesterday, which was overcast and cold like February should have been. It was in the upper 20s, but felt colder. Probably due to the 60s we’ve experienced lately. Context is so important. Anyway, it was cold, and getting colder now by the minute.

Song of the day: Frank Sinatra, One for my Baby


One from the archives: First Bank, St. Paul, March 2009

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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