Yesterday’s Phenology: It felt like a fall day. Temps in the 40s and overcast, a bit foggy in the morning. Rained the night before for quite awhile. Maybe things will green up soon?
Song of the day: Simon and Garfunkel, A Hazy Shade of Winter
Yesterday’s Phenology: overcast and a tiny bit warmer. Almost not measurably warmer, but still, a bit warmer. And a bit rainy in the late afternoon. A little rain will be good.
Song of the day: Duke Ellington, It Don’t Mean a Thing
Yesterday’s Phenology: Well, we return to winter. About 4 inches of snow or so on the ground this morning, and, what with daylight saving’s time beginning, we are plunged back into early morning darkness. Such is life. Nothing lasts. The early morning snow was very good for displaying animal tracks, though, in actuality, it was only squirrels running from tree to tree. But squirrels are all right. They could be worse. The pond by work is all frozen over again and snow covered. And I had to dig the snow blower out after work to clear the sidewalks. But really, it was just a bit of a dusting. Can’t complain about 4 inches of snow in March. We’ve seen worse.
Beautiful big full moon this morning, in the dark blue morning sky. Kind of magical up there.
Song of the day: Duke Ellington, C Jam Blues
Yesterday’s Phenology: Ahh, the theater of the seasons. It started off cold and cloudy. Stayed cloudy, but warmed up a bit. First snowflakes were spotted about 1, and then it snowed pretty much the afternoon. Came down pretty good at times. Went for a long walk with Flynn in the snow. He enjoyed it more than me, I think. But it was pretty, and also nice and quiet. We got about 2 inches or so during the afternoon, and they say more will fall overnight. But that’s what they always say. Anytime a big storm hits a place, they always close the news story with that line. “More rain is expected.” The never say, “The sun will be coming out tomorrow, and all this snow will soon melt away.” What does this say about people? We like our weather stories to end with a note of despair? Such is our lot in life. More rain is expected.
The crows were out crowing about in the falling snow this afternoon. They seem to enjoy their lives. Perhaps, if we live good lives, we are reincarnated as crows.
Song of the day: Trip Shakespeare, Snow Days
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another cold winter day. Partly cloudy. Chickadees flitting about, and a flicker calling it’s weird call. Sounds like a dog toy, a bit. Cold. Eight degrees as I walked Flynn this morning. Wasn’t it in the 60s, recently?
Song of the day: Billie Holiday, Duke Ellington, Don’t Explain
Yesterday’s Phenology: Shades of Winter! Five lonely degrees outside when I went to work yesterday morning. And it stayed cold and grey throughout the day. Took a couple walks around the pond, and Melissa and I heard the ice singing on the pond. I’m not sure what was going on, but it sounded either like a.) a volley of photon torpedoes, or b.) a sheet of metal being shook. And also there was a big cracking noise too, at one point. The ice was, at this time, a very large sheet floating out on the pond, covering most of the pond but not the area around the shore. I think the wind was making the ice rise and fall, and that was making the “singing” sound (as Melissa described it) and also the big cracking sound, (as I described it.) When I went out again later the ice was forming in all the areas that had been open water just a few hours earlier (it was cold yesterday. It still is cold, I guess.) and everything was still, and the only thing that was singing was the geese and ducks. If you can call that singing. Anyway, it was a good day for Phenology. The day of the singing ice.
Song of the day: Singing Ice
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