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
Song of the day: Lyle Lovett, Summer Wind
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another day full of sun. Hit 93 in the afternoon. Little movement by local phenology, or phenologists. Thunderstorm passing north of Maplewood in the early morning shed some dramatic lightning bolts, but what rain there was was over there.
Song of the day: John Mellencamp, Crumblin’ Down
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another perfect day, partly sunny, with a high of maybe 70? A tad breezy, but just plain nice, really. Went to the dogpark, saw many dogs, including a deerhound that looked like a bit of a cross between a borzoi and an Irish Wolfhound. Saw a kingfisher kingfishing, and perhaps some mature redstarts flitting about in the trees.
Song of the day: Mississippi John Hurt, Monday Morning Blues
Yesterday’s Phenology: A nice sunny warm dry day. And a bit breezy. And everything is pretty green again
Song of the day: The Vogues, Five O’Clock World
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: 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: Woke up to a winter wonderland, with about an inch and a half of snow on the ground, and all the trees and bushes crowned with heavy white crowns. Snow was kind of spotty across the Twin Cities – it seemed like downtown St. Paul didn’t get any, and there was a dusting up in Maplewood. Just about freezing as I headed to work, but the sun came out in the afternoon and it warmed up to the low 50s. Saw about a dozen red-winged blackbirds showing off in a little tiny wetland on my way to work. After work I walked Flynn and saw a lot of little tiny blue flowers looking for pollinators. Springtime in Minnesota.
Song of the day: Grateful Dead, Estimated Prophet
Yesterday’s Phenology: Very nice day; dog park in the morning was warm enough and mostly sunny. Lots of woodpeckers and cardinals at the dogpark, and a large raptor circling overhead, which I’m not sure what it was, but perhaps an osprey? Not an eagle. I don’t think a hawk, either. Very large, circling very gracefully. I’m not so good at identifying these raptors from below. Maybe it was a Condor? (kidding.) Very cool. Elsewhere on the Phenology front, the temp was probably in the upper 60s today, and we had a short thunderstorm in the late afternoon that dropped a lot of rain for about 15 minutes. Passing showers later on. Should get things greening up a bit.
Song of the Day: Paul Simon, Run That Body Down
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another nice April day. Sunny and just over 60. Trees are getting fat with buds. Forsythia starting to bloom. Little snowdrops finally fading, they lasted a long time this spring. Green shoots popping up everywhere. Cardinals singing spring songs like crazy. Robins everywhere. Where are the crows? Haven’t seen many lately. North for the summer? As of yet, I haven’t seen much insect life. Perhaps I just haven’t noticed.
Song of the day: Petula Clark, Downtown
Yesterday’s Phenology: Back into the 40s, and back into the clouds. Overcast, calm, looked like it wanted to rain. Another month of above average temperatures. That’s 19 months in a row, here, that we’ve had above average temperatures.
Song of the day: Harry Richman, Putting on the Ritz
Yesterday’s Phenology: Plenty to like. Got up to 64 in the late afternoon. The morning was cooler, with frost on the ground and steam rising up off the pond. Red Winged blackbirds were singing it up this morning. Urban wildlife seen wearing shorts and t-shirts.
Song of the Day: The Five Stairsteps, Ooh Child
Yesterday’s Phenology: cloudy and cool to start, but then the sun came out, blinding the local populace, but warming things up a bit, i.e., mid 40s, perhaps? Little bits of snow dot the landscape. Flickers and cardinals are claiming their territories.
Song of the day: Joni Mitchell, Free Man in Paris
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
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
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
VIIO thin men of Haddam,Why do you imagine golden birds?Do you not see how the blackbirdWalks around the feetOf the women about you?
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another cheery gray day, temps hovering in the mid 20s, a little breeze making it feel a little chillier than that. I was thinking about the birds that I’ve seen so far this year. The bird list has kind of come to a standstill. Geese and crows. Crows and geese. Crows and crows. Sparrows at the bird feeder. Deep, we are deep down in the January doldrums.
Song of the day: John Lee Hooker, Blues Before Sunrise
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
This Shakespere fellow is up on the outside of the Sheldon Theater in Redwing. It kind of looks like he’s doing time up there.
Yesterday’s Phenology: A beautiful October day; sunny and in the mid 50s. Seemed a little bit breezy in the later afternoon. Needed to scrape ice of the car windows in the morning, which is never fun in the pre-dawn dark. Or ever, really. I’ve been looking extra hard for phenology the last couple days, but there’s not much to report. We are getting the last raspberries out of our garden, and they are very good. Same with the kale. Have we finished putting the winter storm windows up? No, we haven’t.
Song of the day: Joe Cocker, With a Little Help from my Friends