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 weather: hot and humid, if you want to know. All the Big thunderstorms went south of the TC during the day. Thunderstorms north of us in the evening, but 50/50 whether they will come down to visit us. Japanese beetles are widespread this summer, and many complaints on NextDoor websit about trees dripping sap everywhere. I guess this is a sappy summer. I have noticed some sticky sidewalks. Not pleasant for me, and can’t be pleasant for Flynn. Linden trees seem to be a big offender, and they also have a lot of the Japanese Beetles. Have I mentioned that we have millions of rapsberries?
Song of the day: Lyle Lovett, She’s No Lady
Song of the day: Lyle Lovett, Summer Wind
Song of the day: Bonnie Raitt, Angel from Montgomery
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: Well, let’s see. Sunny in the early morning, then clouded over a bit, then sunny again, and a little warmer, then breezy (from the west, as I biked west) and sunny, and then cloudy and thunderstorm, and then cooler, and partly cloudy, and maybe more rain? Lots of daisy’s blooming in the yard, and large clumps of green grapes hand from our pergola. Baby cucumbers in the garden, and it looks like raspberries are on their way too.
Song of the day: Keith Michell, Irma la Douce, The Wreck of a Mec
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 a bit breezy, up in the 50s, I believe. The geese around the lake are surly today. In the evening, a beautiful moon and silver ribbons of clouds.
Song of the day: Sonny Rollins trio, Weaver of Dreams
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: The day started out dark and gray. Then the sun came out and brightened things up a bit. Temps got up in the 50s, and it seemed like a nice March day. Vs of geese are seen flying over, headed towards the river. It always cheers me up to see them up there, and reminds me of the Wonderful Adventures of Nils.
Song of the day: Ides of March, Vehicle
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
Yesterday’s Phenology: A march sort of day. Sunny, and a bit warmer, but breezy, so a bit colder. That sort of day. Went for a long walk with Flynn in the afternoon, and was followed by a murder of crows, perhaps about a hundred or so, a boisterous lot. We pretended to ignore them, as they were dying for our attention. I may also have seen a hawk, also ignoring the crows as best he could. Though the last few days have been not so cold, there are still scraps of snow here and there to remind us of winter.
Song of the day: Dean Glenn Hubbard, Every Breath You Take
Yesterday’s Phenology: Sunny, with a cold nip in the air. Scattered remnant of recent snow fall reminds one a bit of winter, though here we are in March already. Late in the day a pack of crows mocked me in the back yard. I shook my fist at them. Didn’t help.
Song of the day: Bob Dylan, I Threw it All Away
Yesterday’s Phenology: the start of the January thaw? When I woke up in was about 5 degrees, but when we left the house about 1ish it was up to about 30 degrees, and we ended up sneaking up above freezing, up to 33 degrees. Needless to say, there was widespread enthusiasm for this. Bermuda shorts were out and the young folk were tossing frisbees in the parks. A nice sunny day, reminding us of what things can be like on occasion.
The Art Institute was crowded today, it being the last day for the Martin Luther show. I missed it.
Song of the Day: Orff, O Fortuna
Yesterday’s Phenology: I had limited contact with the day. It didn’t snow, for a change, but morning and evening were cold, and now it’s getting colder, -10 territory. And a little breeze to cool us down. The crows don’t seem to notice. They seem particularly happy in the winter, which seems a little odd. But they do kind of have the run of the place now.
Song of the Day: David Byrne, Naive Melody
Yesterday’s Phenology: Bright winter sun, a nice day. Notalotta melting going on here. Temp in the 20s? Squirrels are throwing nuts at pedestrians, as they do every new year’s eve. Darn squirrels!
Song of the Day, Pink Floyd, Time
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another brief December day. Some very bright sunshine in the early morning, then clouded up. The snow hasn’t diminished much since it fell, but it has been pushed around quite a lot by the wind. A brisk -7 this morning, when I got up. I think it peaked at about 2 today, and it’s still two now. Two is nicer than -7, and much nicer than -20. There’s was a beautiful big full moon in the sky a couple nights ago, and still this morning. Also, sundogs, both yesterday and today. I think that means that spring is coming. Though they say we’ll be getting some snow this weekend, and a bit of cold weather as well.
Song of the Day: Trip Shakespeare, Snow Days (again.)
Yesterday’s Phenology: The days are all blending together, a long gray line. Cloudy skies and slightly above freezing again yesterday. Just like the day before, and the day before, and the day before.
Song of the Day: Jack Teagarden, What Did I Do to Be So Black and Blue
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another grey day hovering just over the ice line, 33, 34 degrees, mixed precipitation. This is suitably November-like weather. High of 35, 2 degrees below normal.
Song of the day: Aretha Franklin, (You Make Me Feel Like) a Natural Woman
Yesterday’s Phenology. A November day. Chilly early on, sunny and not so bad in the afternoon, sunset as I got off work, dark and getting colder when I got home.
Song of the day: Aretha Franklin, I Never Loved a Man the Way I Love You
Yesterday’s Phenology: Well. 72. New high temp record. (old record, 71, 2001.) A beautiful day. Yard work. Chickadees. 10 mile bike ride down to Minnehaha Falls, and then along the Minnehaha Creek to Lake Nokomis. And then Yard work again. Blue skies. Pretty leaves. High water on the creek. November 5th.
Song of the day: Ike and Tina Turner, Proud Mary
That’s a vintage B-25, I believe.
Yesterday’s phenology. Overcast and chilly. I’ve noticed that a lot of the red leaves have fallen from the trees. At least up in the Maplewood area. At least, around the pond near where I work. At least, in the little area that I looked at today. How’s that for phenology?
Song of the day: Bonnie Raitt, Bluebird
Yesterday’s phenology – cool and clear, a thin carpet of leaves on the ground.
Song of the day: Question Mark and the Mysterians: 96 Tears