Song of the day:Louis Armstrong, When the Saints Go Marchin’ In
Yesterday’s Phenology: A bit of a boring day. Sunny, mid 70s. Walked around the pond, the baby geese are about.
Song of the day: Percy Sledge, When a Man Loves a Woman
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another good day, overcast and cool. Maybe a few sprinkles in the evening, maybe a little sunshine. Seagulls wheeling in the sky, making a racket. May have been Parking Lot Gulls, actually.
Song of the day: Sarah Vaughan, Black Coffee
Yesterday’s phenology: an overcast day, temps in the upper 40s, nary a drop of sunlight to be seen. Green shoots are busy shooting up.
Song of the day: Tom Waits, Underground
Yesterday’s phenology: March continues. Temps maybe crept into the 40s. Snow receding. Grass beneath all brown and dead looking. Martha reports seeing a murder of crows harassing a great horned owl in the morning. There certainly are many crows aboot. That must be a sign of something. “When hundreds of crows do thee see, then…?”
Song of the day: Sinead O’Connor & The Chieftans, The Foggy Dew