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: Well, a grand day it was, if you like a little chill and a lot of clouds and a bit of mist and wood smoke in the air. Took a nice long walk with wee Flynn, we are not the speediest of pairs, with me stopping to take pictures now and again, and him needing to examine every tree and light pole and clump of grass and bit of hedge and so on and so forth. Still, we had a grand old time. Flickers mocked us from over head, we ne’er saw a one, but we saw a number of the cardinals and a bossy blue jay, and all the usual little brown ones, and crows and a stray sea gull. Lots of green shoots poking their heads up, and the grass is trying to green up a bit. Aye, tis Spring all right.
Song of the day: Simon and Garfunkel, At the Zoo
Yesterday’s Phenology: A sunny chilly day. The temperature hung in the low 30s throughout the day, and there was an obnoxious breeze. Still, for March, it could be worse.
Song of the day, Lena Horne, Stormy Weather
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
Yesterday’s Phenology: 2017 starts off with a day that is sunny and coldish. I believe it peaked at about 32 or so. There was a bit of a breeze. Squirrels are playing around. Crows are criticizing, and having murders, and cawing contests. The snow is crusty.
Song of the day: Harold Budd, Brian Eno, Against the Sky
Yesterday’s Phenology: Gray and damp. Snow in the morning, but too warm for it too stick around much, then, later drizzly and foggy and mushy and a bit slippery out there and gray like foggy old London town, back in the day.
Song of the day: Luciano Pavarotti, Ave Maria
Yesterday’s Phenology: Actually sunny for a good part of the morning. That might have cheered everyone up a bit, except it was only about 5 degrees or so, and nobody was happy about that. Especially on a Monday. So there you have it. The roads were much more driveable today, as long as you were sensible about it. It clouded up in the afternoon and threatened to snow, but then mostly didn’t. Chipmunks and Squirrels are seen shoveling their little paths through the park. They are also grumbling. Shaking their tiny fists.
Song of the day: Bruce Cockburn, Happy Good Morning Blues