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One from the archives, Oct 2012, Jason Hackenwerth’s balloon sculpture at the Weisman Museum, U of M

Yesterday’s Phenology: It was an okay March day. Kind of cold and kind of windy, but at least it was unremittingly gray, nary a peep of old man sol. A bit of drizzle now and the, perhaps in the low low low 40s. The pond is frozen over again, but for a few open spots, where ducks and geese paddle about. We’re coming up on the first day of spring, and nary a robin has yet been spotted. Perhaps tomorrow?

Song of the day: Topol, If I were a Rich Man

One from the archives: Brian Boru Pipe Band, St. Patrick’s Day Parade, St. Paul, 2010

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

one from the archives, august 2009, out for a row…

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

one from the archives, Kat-Keys, march, 2010

Yesterday’s Phenology: Sunny but not so warm. Mid 30s? Slow melting. Crows. Jupiter and the Moon up in the early morning sky, very bright.

Song of the day: Harry James and his Orchestra, It’s Funny to Everyone but Me

Tired dog

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

cloudy moon

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

winter night with crows

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