Yesterday’s Phenology: A nice spring day. Sunny, mostly, and a bit breezy. Not warm enough to kill all the snow, though. First robin of spring? Check.
Song of the day: The Mamas and the Papas, Monday Monday
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
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
Yesterday’s Phenology: Well, as you might suspect, after a day in the 60s and thunderstorms, the temperature dropped last night and I woke up to a dusting of snow on the ground. Minnesota. The day started off gray and then morphed to partly cloudy, and the temp got up into the 40s, I think, but the big story was the wind, it was windy all day, very windy, 30 – 45 mph winds. The clouds were all dramatic and fast moving. It was an interesting day. The geese around the pond, and the crows, seemed to be enjoying the strong winds. Like they were having fun up there.
Song of the day: Paul Simon, American Tune, 2015
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 and cold(er). What was it, maybe 17 today? Yes, 17. Again, wildlife is staying under cover. A brisk little wind made that a good idea.
Song of the Day: Charles Mingus, Better Git it in Your Soul
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