Yesterday’s Phenology: Another summer day. High in the upper 80s, 90% sunny, maybe a bit humid, a tiny breeze. Water level on the Mississippi is very down, with lots of beach to walk on. Lots of wildflowers in the prairie are blooming, so says the weatherguide calendar, and I can verify, the small patch of “prairie” that I bike through is all abloom, very pretty.
Song of the Day: Arlo Guthrie, Walkin’ Down the Line
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: An odd sort of day. Upper 70s in the early early morning, and windy. Wind from the Southwest, but mostly from the south, didn’t seem to impede the westward bike ride. Sunny most of the day, and peaked at about 95, which is hotter than we like it. Clouded up in the early evening a bit, but nothing came from it, and the wind faded. A lot of lawns and grassy fields are starting to turn brownish, and some parts of the state are in early drought conditions. I guess a week of 80 degree sun will do that. Not so long ago there was more water than we knew what to do with, and Minnehaha Falls is still at full roar. Lots of birds hanging around the yard today, due to a number of filled bird baths.
Song of the day: the Lovin’ Spoonful, Summer in the City
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: Cold. Mostly due to the wind. Sunny bright. Got up into the low 20s today, but the wind brought it down by about 10 or so.
Song of the Day: The Shangri-Las, Remember (Walking in the Sand)
Yesterday’s Phenology: Sunny. Cold. Slippery. Birds crowding at the feeder. Crows keeping an eye on everything. Cold.
Song of the Day: Loudon Wainwright III, Man & Dog
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another day of changing climate. Mid 30s and grey, large pools of water filling the sidewalks and the streets, waiting for some subzero temps to become skating rinks. Ho Ho Ho! Took a brief walk in the woods, and not a creature was stirring. Merry Christmas!
Song of the day: Bing Crosby, David Bowie, Little Drummer Boy
Yesterday’s Phenology: There was light snow falling all night, and so we woke up on Sunday morning to about 7 inches. It was a dry light snow, and quite beautiful. I take all the credit for this, as I had asked Max the day before, “Do you think we’ll be getting any snow before Christmas?”
Everyone out shoveling and snowblowing. It would have been a perfect day for cross-country skiing, but didn’t see anyone thus occupied. A good number of folks on fat-tired bikes, though. Everyone was busy digging out. The roads were very messy, but everyone seemed to be taking their time and being careful.
We went for a nice walk with the wee dog. It was a pleasant day, about 20 degrees, notalotta wind. Wee dog charges through the snow like a little motorboat; 7 inches of snow is about up to his chest. Colder tonight, and for the next few days, they say…
Song of the Day: Trip Shakespeare, Snow Days
Yesterday’s Phenology: Okay. Winter is here. Officially. Temp got up to maybe 19 or so yesterday. Perhaps a moment of sun in the morning, and then back to the comfort of the gray clouds, like a nice flannel sheet covering us all. Tiny snowflakes starting to sift down in the late afternoon, like powdered sugar, and everything is dusted white at this point, as the temperature drops. The snow will continue, they say, through the night and through Sunday, and then it will turn colder. Yes; all the signs of winter.
Saw a big flock of something – starlings – flying east to west in the afternoon. Perhaps not organized enough to be a flock, but a lot of birds, barely visible against the darkening gray sky, silent and flying in bunches to the west. Where were they going? I also could hear geese overhead, but couldna see them for nowt.
Fresh snow is always good for animal tracks. This evening, walking Flynn, we saw dog tracks. Flynn was interested.
Song of the day: Tommy James & The Shondells – Crystal Blue Persuasion
Yesterday’s Phenology: Coolish, and mostly overcast. A bit of sun later. Typical early fall day. A few leaves falling. Things a tiny bit more colorful. The usual.
Song of the day: Chaka Kahn – I feel for you
Yesterday’s Phenology: Perfect day: 70 degrees, partly cloudy, light breeze. Took a long bike ride, and things are still 95% green. Cool night ahead.
Flynn is an assertive dog. Here he is saying, “I know you want to go. But I’d prefer to stay a bit.”
We discussed our differences, and then we decided that we’d stay for a bit more. He raised some good points about the importance of cooperation in the relationship, and the validity of the canine perspective.
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another perfect Minnesota day. We’ve had several in a row, which is unusual for us. 70s, a few clouds, dry, a light breeze. A nice cool evening. We’ve had a lot of rain this summer. Almost 3.5 inches above normal for the month, and about 4 inches above normal for the year. What does that mean? Two things: mushrooms and mosquitoes. Both are proliferating. I’ve seen more and bigger mushrooms this year than ever before (that I can recall.) The mosquitoes are doing well also. Difficult to get a picture of a mosquito in flight. I suppose it’s been done, but I haven’t seen it, nor really care to.
There’s really no need to actually get into the water, Flynn explained to me. Everything that’s really interesting out there in the water eventually has to come in to shore. Where I am waiting. And ready. Because the shore belongs to me.
Yesterday’s Phenology: Actually a pleasant late-summer day. I’d say 80 degrees, tops, and dry, (after the rain from last night’s thunderstorms dried up.) Did I see much phenology today? Nope. Many bees and other flying insecta in the garden, and on the goldenrod. I leave them alone, they leave me alone. Live and let live, that’s what I say. There appears to be some leaves falling from the trees, but of course it’s much too early for that sort of nonsense, and so I am probably imagining it. They are probably just loose leaves being blown about, and I only happen to see them as they are gently descending to earth. I’ve been hearing more cardinals singing now. Perhaps they were singing all summer, but, in the long days, they were up and singing before I was up and listening. Once again, our clocks are briefly synchronized.
Thirteen hours and 19 minutes of daylight today (8/30), or, as we Phenologists put it, 13:19. That’s right about average for this time of year.
Working as a team, the sheep carefully control every movement of the dog, slowly leading the dog to the gate of the sheep pen.
…from a couple weeks ago. I noticed today that the ice on the river is breaking up, but even so, there’s still a lot of snow around here.