Posts tagged “green

raindrops, morning sun

Song of the day, Raining Window


early morning dog park

Song of the day: Neil Young, Out On the Weekend


green green summer

Song of the day: Earth Wind and Fire, That’s the Way of the World


black bird and green

Song of the day: Los Lobos, Peace


wood duck. sea of green.

Song of the day: Ringo Starr, Yellow Submarine


good moments

Song of the day: John Lennon, Love is Real


just wading around

Yesterday’s Phenology: Sunny Summer Day. There were any number of clouds up there, but they avoided the sun, mostly, as much as they could. Can’t blame them. The sun is pretty darn warm. There was a bit of a northwesterly wind on my bike ride, which made the ride home a bit easier, and the wind picked up a bit later, as we visited the dog park in Hastings. Herons and egrets flying about. Not an awful day. Just a bit warm.

Song of the day: Duke Ellington and his Orchestra, with Betty Roche, Take the “A” Train


down to the dog park, at coldwater spring

Yesterday’s Phenology: A sunny day. Oppressively so. With a bit of a headwind, if you’re biking in an easterly direction, unpleasant if you’re tired and on your way home and going up hill. The garden flourishes, though. Kale and lettuce, baby cucumbers on the vine, and raspberries soon to make an appearance.

Song of the day: Jerry Jeff Walker, Desperados Waiting for the Train

 


one from the archives, june 2005, a little morning sparkle

Yesterday’s Phenology: Another Pretty Darn Nice Day (PDND). 70s? check, cloudy? check. cool nights? check. Perfect dog walking weather.

Song of the day: Donovan, Sunshine Superman


arctic willow after the rain

Yesterday’s Phenology: It was cooler and cloudy in the morning, perhaps in the 70s. The big thunderstorm hit at about 9 or so… just as we were making our way back to the car at the dog park. It got very very dark, and it rained very very hard, and we got to the car just as the hail started. It rained much of the morning, then was cloudy and cooler and much nice through the rest of the day, with periods of rain, temps in the 60s and 70s. Should green things up a bit.

Song of the day: Gene Kelly, Singin’ in the Rain


the greenest green

Yesterday’s Phenology: A nice cool (50ish) morning. An overabundance of sun throughout the day. the goslings are gosling about the pond, they are surprisingly big, teen goslings, practically. Where does the time go? Tick Tock Tick Tock. Soon it will be fall again, the leaves now green will be dry and blown about by the chill north wind. Today, though, it’s teen goslings frolicking in the shady grass by the pond.

Song of the day: Cat Stevens, Morning has Broken


ferns, eloise butler

Yesterday’s Phenology: Cloudy, cool, spring day. nice.

Song of the day: Steely Dan, Any Major Dude will Tell You


green pond

Yesterday’s Phenology: The temperature warmed up to the lower mid 50s today, and have kind of stayed there all day. It seems chillier. Overcast sky and a bit breezy. Perhaps it didn’t rain today. Not as far as I could tell. A pretty perfect spring day.

Song of the day: Fripp and Eno, Wind on the Water


spring pops up

Yesterday’s Phenology: I hear it’s been dry in Northern Ireland. Here, quite a bit of rain in the night, lightning and thunder, and then again yesterday morning, and then some sun, and then some more thunder and rain. Things are green and damp and it feels June-like, though change is in the wind. One thing’s for certain: more rain is predicted for tonight and tomorrow.

Song of the day: Classics IV, Stormy


up and at ’em

Yesterday’s Phenology: Another (hot) summer day. Temp in the 80s, and sunny sunny sunny. Also, a little breeze. Which seemed like a nasty headwind as I biked home. Many dandelions are going to seed now. Is there any point to trying to keep your yard dandelion free? It seems rather pointless. And yet I pulled a few dandelions today, not making a noticeable dent in the population. Elsewhere in nature, young bunnies are frolicking, young ducks are paddling, young turtles are sunning. And a perfect day for it too.

Song of the day: Bobby Hebb, Sunny


Spring Cardinal, Eloise Butler Wildflower Garden

Yesterday’s Phenology: A very sunny and nice early part of the day, then clouded over later in the afternoon. Temp in the 60s. Saw a hairy (downy?) woodpecker in the park, pecking, and a egret swooped down oh-so-slowly-and-gracefully into the shallows of the pond. Also found a very very very young turtle, sitting on the path, looking over-warm. Carried him (or her) down to the pond, and he or she swam away, happy, I assume, to be back in the wet.

Song of the day: Joe Cocker, Feelin’ Alright


late summer green

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Yesterday’s Phenology: Totally Minnesota. Totally January. Woke up to a rain/snow/freezing rain mixture that had the car coated in ice. A slow and careful commute to work. The plows had done some good work during the night. But then more snowing and blowing throughout most of the day, a couple of inches of dry powder. And then the sun came out and the temperature plummeted, from the mid 20s to the single digits, with -10 wind chill. Big beautiful moon out there, clean clear winter air. The snow is all lit up by moonlight. Saw an eagle swoop over the Lake Street Bridge on my way home, doing some hunting I suppose.

Song of the day: Tom Waits, All the World is Green


September

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Yesterday’s Phenology: Slipping slowly in to winter. A little colder. Cloudy. Snowflakes on top of the car this evening. Have I mentioned that winter is coming?

Song of the day: Curtis Mayfield, Superfly

 


early autumn leaf

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Yesterday’s Phenology: Well, surprisingly warm this morning. Mid 60s? And the air smelled like city, not healthy, so I suspect one of those temperature inversions where the cold air up on top was keeping all the warm city air trapped underneath. It stayed mostly overcast the whole day, and then in the afternoon a hard rain fell, with thunder and lightening. Roughly an hour or 90 minutes of hard rain. Ten hours and 51 minutes of daylight today. (Ten hours and 22 minutes if you happen to be in Northern Ireland.) On September 25th it was 11:59 minutes of daylight. So, though the days are short indeed, with barely enough time to do what needs doing, it’s worse in Northern Ireland. So take heart.

Song of the day: One of my Irish favorites, Paddy Tunney, The Lark in the Morning


un-yums

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Yesterday’s Phenology: Winter is coming. I thought that perhaps I saw snow falling in the early morning when I took Flynn out for a walk. Tiny tiny flakes. Perhaps I was wrong. But then, later, my phenological observation was verified by a colleague at work. She had also seen it. Snow.
Later on, we were back to Fall. It was cooler today, in the 40s, and breezy, and cloudy, and the autumn color may be at its finest right now, with some trees splashed with yellows, oranges, pinks, and reds, while others stubbornly cling to green. The contrasting colors are beautiful. Perhaps saw the white-throated sparrows today, perhaps. They are predicting a Hard Frost tonight, and so I’ve picked the eligible tomatoes and raspberries. We’ll see what happens. Winter is coming.

Song of the day: Harry Nilsson, Spaceman


milkweed seed

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Yesterday’s Phenology: cool fall day, very breezy, with rain in the afternoon. (This is becoming more of a weather report than a phenology note.) Hazel the cat is watchful these days; the game is a-foot! Snow-bird mice look to move inside for the winter. Local tree color is about 8%.

Song of the Day: So What, Miles Davis


a moment on the prairie

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In the field outside the dogpark.

Yesterday’s phenology: a cloudy cool start to the day, in the 50s, and then sunny in the afternoon and upper 70s. The sun is a blinding orange ball at the end of Lake St. on my morning commute.  Lots of dragonflies zipping about the pond today. A lone blue heron in the shallow water. Herons seem to be loners, and, perhaps related, they always appear to be annoyed about something. Perhaps they do not enjoy wading about in the shallows, day after day. Anyway. Milkweed pods are splitting open, setting free their silky treasures. Our Ironwood tree seems to have some sort of so-called fruit. Not the kind, I think, that you would eat. Unless you happen to be a Hawfinch.

The forecasters are predicting “heavy rain” for tonight and tomorrow. Flash flood warnings all over the south part of Minnesota.

Song of the day: Down in the Flood, Bob Dylan, 1971


sun, shade, and spider

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I hadn’t noticed that fellow on the back leaf until today. (There are bugs (and spiders) everywhere, if you look for them. Though it is best not to.) He seems poised to strike, though perhaps he’s just napping there in the shade. I can’t really tell. A particularly hard to read spider, this one.

Yesterday’s phenology: well a nice crackling thunderstorm at about 4 in the morning left everything damp and sultry the rest of the day. Partly sunny, mostly cloudy, it only got up in the 70s, but the humidity was also in the 70s. Not a perfect day. Even with last night’s rain, the water level at the dog park is fairly low now. There was a line of sumac on the drive to the dogpark, along the side of the street, and there was just one that was bright red, like a warning flag. In the yard I noted a black capped chickadee and a goldfinch, and there was also a line up of little brown birds on the roof of the garage, standing at the edge, like ornamentation. They flew up from the driveway as I walked up, and I suspect that they were all digging about in the weeds, having a weed seed feed.  I’ve seen a lot of this sort of behavior lately, little brown birds gathering near the sidewalks, in the scrubby little weeds. Perhaps this is harvest time for the wee birdies. They certainly seem pleased about it.
Tonight, at bedtime, it smells like a summer lake around here.


mr and mrs wood duck, headed down to the lake

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Yesterday’s Phenology: Dragonflies are flying. Noticed millions of them flying over the field as we walked to the dog park. Probably feeding on all the small flies that are visiting all the flowering field plants. Nature: a big cafeteria.