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: Well, the phenology portion of our show has basically turned into a weather report. Not exactly what I had in mind. And so I may occasionally add phenology notes, but it’s not going to be on a daily basis. (Unless I start seeing actual Phenology on a daily basis, which seems unlikely.) Yesterday was a beautiful day, the morning was cool and the dew was a heavy layer of sparkle on the grass. In the afternoon there was a nice thunderstorm. I was mocked by blackbirds on my way to work.
Song of the day: Lyle Lovett, She’s Already Made Up Her Mind
Yesterday’s Phenology: A bit of a front moved through. Or something. Anyway it started raining in the early morning and rained most of the day. A good soaking.
Song of the day: Los Lobos, Will the Wolf Survive
Yesterday’s Phenology: A fairly perfect day; sunnyish in the morning, clouded over in the afternoon, rained in the evening. Nottalotta wind, maybe got into the 80s.
Song of the day: War, Four Cornered Room
Yesterday’s Phenology: Oh, for the cool spring weather. How I miss it. 84 degrees and, yes, sunny today. Very sunny, very warm. Big birds flying across the sky today, egrets or herons, one lake to another. Very graceful.
Song of the day: Blind Faith, Can’t Find My Way Home
Yesterday’s Phenology: Almost a perfect day, especially from a bike-riding perspective: overcast. upper sixties, low seventies? Not much wind at all. All this led to a pretty nice ride. There’s a lot of water locally. There’s a gully by the greenway that is usually dry. I see cats down there sometimes when I’m just getting onto the bikeway. Today: 4 mallards, paddling about. Now that all the trees are leafed out, I hear more birds than I see. Today featured the Red-winged blackbirds.
Song of the day: Los Lobos, Wicked Rain
Yesterday’s Phenology: Rain, light rain, heavy rain, drizzle, mist, fog, rain, heavy rain, more rain, rain rain rain and more rain. It rained all day. The temp slowly climbed up through the 40s, and it was a bit breezy at times. A lot of rain. A nice morning to sit under the awning at Isles Bun and coffee, enjoy a scone and some coffee and watch the rain fall. Lots of very wet birds out there now, and a lot of unhappy worms. One thing’s for certain: more rain is predicted for tomorrow.
Song of the day: Bruce Springsteen, Streets of Fire
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: 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
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: 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 more typical late February day. Temps in the low 40s. Lakes still largely ice covered, but bare of snow, so you can’t always be sure.
Song of the Day: Bennie Moten’s Orch, That’s What I’m Talking About
Yesterday’s Phenology: There was so much talk about the coming snow that the mass of hot air over the twin cities moved the storm pattern south a bit. So now it looks like we’ll get a little, but maybe not. Sunny day, but colder, more like February, in the 30s, probably. Clouded up in the evening. Not snowing yet.
Song of the day: Iceland Folk Song, Krummavisar
he can’t find his roost
the evening crow
Yesterday’s Phenology: Apruary continues, with yet another 61 degree day. A bit of open water on the pond, taken advantage of by a few ducks and geese. In the evening, beautiful clouds, sunset, and constellations of crows flying to the river.
Song of the day: Bob Dylan, Black Crow Blues
XIIIIt was evening all afternoon.It was snowingAnd it was going to snow.The blackbird satIn the cedar-limbs.
VIIII know noble accentsAnd lucid, inescapable rhythms;But I know, too,That the blackbird is involvedIn what I know.
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: The Return of Winter. Temperature sunk down to 1 lonely degree this morning. Sunny, and warmed up to double digits, but now sinking back down for another cold night.
Poetry Corner: (Wallace Stevens, Continued…)
IVA man and a womanAre one.A man and a woman and a blackbirdAre one.
Yesterday’s Phenology: The temperatures been hovering between 32 and 33 for about the last 20 hours, and the sky has been overcast since 2016, it seems. But today seemed a bit colder than yesterday (and I guess it was a couple of degrees colder.) And they sky seemed darker and the gloom that landed with a thud on 20 January has only deepened. Occasional couples of geese fly over the house, headed for the river. They cheer me up, their pristine goosiness.
Song of the Day: John Lee Hooker, I’ll Never Get Out of These Blues Alive