Yesterday’s Phenology: A nice sunny warm dry day. And a bit breezy. And everything is pretty green again
Song of the day: The Vogues, Five O’Clock World
Yesterday’s Phenology: Pleasant enough. Cool and sunny morning. As the day wore on the offices warmed up. Had an afternoon meeting in a conference room that was a bit too warm. Don’t think we’ve hit air conditioning season yet, but it won’t be long now. Overcast in the evening, and now, as I prepare for bed, some lightning and thunder and, I assume, precipitation. Very pleasant hearing rain on the roof as one drifts off to sleep.
Song of the day: The Monkees, Daily Nightly
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: Another cold winter day. Partly cloudy. Chickadees flitting about, and a flicker calling it’s weird call. Sounds like a dog toy, a bit. Cold. Eight degrees as I walked Flynn this morning. Wasn’t it in the 60s, recently?
Song of the day: Billie Holiday, Duke Ellington, Don’t Explain
Yesterday’s Phenology: Any day, now, phenology is going to start busting out all over. But not yesterday, which was overcast and cold like February should have been. It was in the upper 20s, but felt colder. Probably due to the 60s we’ve experienced lately. Context is so important. Anyway, it was cold, and getting colder now by the minute.
Song of the day: Frank Sinatra, One for my Baby
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: Now that spring (i.e. March) is here, it’s cold. It got up to about 31 today, but when I went into work it was more like 12. Perhaps I should have dressed warmer. Perhaps it’s too early for the bermuda shorts. Lesson learned. It was warmer when I was going home, but I was still cold. And I’m cold now. Today’s big phenological event was the red-winged blackbird I saw today singing at the top of a tree by a little bogland in suburbia. Seems quite early to hear the red-winged blackbird, but I did, and it cheered me up, cold though I was. There was also the cardinal, this morning, singing it’s song. Spring is here, see?
Song of the day: Randy Newman, Underneath the Harlem Moon
Yesterday’s Phenology: A chilly morning, with about an inch of snow on the ground this morning, and a blowy cold wind. Later there was sun, and most of the snow melted, and then, coming home, it snowed a bit again.
Song of the day: Rickie Lee Jones, Horses
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: another February day, with the temps in the upper 30s and a sun that made it seem warmer than that and a bit of a breeze that made it seem colder than that. I guess, kind of a confusing day, in some respects. Cardinals singing their optimistic spring song. Saw some little yellow peeps in the sunday ads, seems a bit early for the peeps to come out, but everything is early this year I guess.
Song of the day: Benny Goodman, Moonglow
shimmering in the moonlight
caww caw calling caaaww
Yesterday’s Phenology: Heard a cardinal singing a spring song, though it was only in the 20s all day. Everything is drabby brown and cold and dry.
Not Nice! Sad!
Song of the day: CocoRosie, The Moon Asked The Crow
on a withered branch
a crow is perched
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another April day. Upper 50s and mostly sunny morning, cloudy later in the day. A few small islands of snow, and the puddles are starting to recede. Pitchers and Catchers have reported to spring training, it seems they are reporting earlier than usual this year, but everything is amok in the phenology area these days. When it’s 60 degrees in February, what will be the temperature in July? I consider that the scientists have their forecasts about how global warming will go, but perhaps this is all guesswork, no one really knows how fast a global climate can change and which effects will cascade into a downward death spiral.
Just for the record, Carbon Dioxide in the earth’s atmosphere is about .04% (average surface temp about 57 degrees F), where as on Venus (average surface temp about 872 degrees F) it’s 96.5%. I was just curious about that.
Song of the day: Molly Healy, The Crow
in one spot
the crows congregate…
snow is melting!
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another day from mid-April, stuck smack dab in the middle of February. Looks like we topped out at 58 today, which ties the record high. A beauty of a morning, whispy clouds bright sun, crows, cardinals, woodpeckers, geese, and flickers all doing their thing.
Song of the day: Schubert – Winterreise – “Die Krähe”
Die Winterreise No. 15. The Raven (Die Krähe)
A raven has flown beside me
Since the day I left the town
Raven, bird of ill-omen
Will you ever leave me?
Do you stalk me
In the hope I will be yours?
My journey can’t last much longer
My strength begins to fail
Raven, surely you will be true
Until death overtakes me
IXWhen the blackbird flew out of sight,It marked the edgeOf one of many circles.
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?
VIIcicles filled the long windowWith barbaric glass.The shadow of the blackbirdCrossed it, to and fro.The moodTraced in the shadowAn indecipherable cause.
Saw a crow fly over as we walked. Nothing more.
Yesterday’s phenology: A sunny day. Temp was up in the mid 20s, and no one was complaining. We have an endless supply of crows, and these evening, at dusk, they were all headed towards downtown. I wonder where they go? Perhaps by St. Anthony Falls? Probably I should follow them and find out.
Today in Poetry Corner we have the first stanza from Wallace Stevens’, Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
Among twenty snowy mountains,The only moving thingWas the eye of the blackbird.
Yesterday’s Phenology: A very bright object was seen in the sky over Minneapolis. Scientists tell us that this is called “the sun.” Presumably it is important, but today it was just annoyingly bright. It also created the illusion of warmth, though the temperatures stayed just about where they’ve been the last few days. So much for reputed importance of “the sun.” After the sun thing went down, there was a very pretty sliver of a moon in the western sky, with Mars nearby and Venus higher overhead. I guess there will be a Venus Mars Moon meetup on the 31st, watch for it in a sky near you.
Song of the day: The Cowboy Junkies, Blue Moon
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another cheery gray day, temps hovering in the mid 20s, a little breeze making it feel a little chillier than that. I was thinking about the birds that I’ve seen so far this year. The bird list has kind of come to a standstill. Geese and crows. Crows and geese. Crows and crows. Sparrows at the bird feeder. Deep, we are deep down in the January doldrums.
Song of the day: John Lee Hooker, Blues Before Sunrise
Yesterday’s Phenology: The song remains the same. Overcast, and in the upper 30s, drizzly. Snow ever receding, puddles spreading, reflecting the grim sky and barren trees, and crows, crows, crows.
Song of the Day: Fogarty and Springsteen, Fortunate Son
Yesterday’s Phenology: Winter is Back. -4 when I woke up this morning, with a bit of a breeze. Cold enough to freeze your car door so that it won’t latch, and you need to tie it closed with a dog leash you find in the trunk. A sunny January day, but no warmth in it. The temperature drooped to -6 later in the morning, then peaked at about 4 in the early afternoon. There’s still quite a bit of ice about; it makes for dangerous dog walks.
Song of the Day: Local Hero (Mark Knopfler), Mist Covered Mountains
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: Another day largely gray, in the thirties, with few birdies, dirty snow down below, though in the dusking we get a dusting.
Song of the Day (and goodbye, good riddance 2016): Richard and Linda Thompson, Shoot Out the Lights.
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