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: Just plain hot. I checked weather.com in the mid afternoon: “95.4 degrees. Feels like 114.” Well, I don’t know if I’d go that far, but there was an awful lot of sunshine out there that rather discouraged outdoor activities. Tomorrow should be more pleasant. But no rain is in sight.
Song of the day: The Temptations, I Wish it Would Rain
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: Fledgling birds are often found out of their nests this time of year. Apparently it’s best to leave them where they are, as their parents are still looking after them, even though they might be hopping about on the ground and vulnerable to all sorts of mayhem. Apparently it’s an important state of development. If they survive it.
Meanwhile, another perfect summer day, mostly cloudy, scattered sprinkles, a breeze from the north and a high of 72.
Song of they day: Charlie Parker, Bird of Paradise
Yesterday’s Phenology: Picture perfect day. Upper 60s and sunny. Visited Eloise Butler wildflower garden. I won’t go into details, but many little wildflowers are up and open for business. You’ll see some pictures soon.
Song of the day: Meade Lux Lewis, Honky Tonk Train Blues
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
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another cool cloudy spring day. Temp just nudged up to 50 degrees. Blue Jays are looking at things very critically, these days. They are vainglorious posers who are never around when there is real work to be done, but they love to complain about things.
Well, maybe they are not all like that.
Song of the day: Harry James and his Orchestra, When Your Lover Has Gone