Posts tagged “object study


Picnic Grounds of the Ancients

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


Summertime: Enjoy Life!

Song of the Day: Loudon Wainwright III, Got a Ukulele


pole 100, wisconsin

Yesterday’s weather: hot and humid, if you want to know. All the Big thunderstorms went south of the TC during the day. Thunderstorms north of us in the evening, but 50/50 whether they will come down to visit us. Japanese beetles are widespread this summer, and many complaints on NextDoor websit about trees dripping sap everywhere. I guess this is a sappy summer. I have noticed some sticky sidewalks. Not pleasant for me, and can’t be pleasant for Flynn. Linden trees seem to be a big offender, and they also have a lot of the Japanese Beetles. Have I mentioned that we have millions of rapsberries?

Song of the day: Lyle Lovett, She’s No Lady


One from the archives, bluemobile, october 2011

Yesterday’s Phenology: Big storms last night, everywhere around here but not here. Here the lawns are turning brown. We had a little thunder last night, and a little wind, and a little rain. Not much. We could use some rain.

Song of the Day, Chuck Berry, Maybellene


Wisconsin farm

Yesterday’s Phenology: Another day full of sun. Hit 93 in the afternoon. Little movement by local phenology, or phenologists. Thunderstorm passing north of Maplewood in the early morning shed some dramatic lightning bolts, but what rain there was was over there.

Song of the day: John Mellencamp, Crumblin’ Down


dyno II

Yesterday’s Phenology: Well, let’s see. Sunny in the early morning, then clouded over a bit, then sunny again, and a little warmer, then breezy (from the west, as I biked west) and sunny, and then cloudy and thunderstorm, and then cooler, and partly cloudy, and maybe more rain? Lots of daisy’s blooming in the yard, and large clumps of green grapes hand from our pergola. Baby cucumbers in the garden, and it looks like raspberries are on their way too.

Song of the day: Keith Michell, Irma la Douce, The Wreck of a Mec


late 20th century dyno

Yesterday’s Phenology: A cloudy day that looked like it intended to rain, but hasn’t yet. Flickers in the trees are pecking away, looking for food, I suppose. Or perhaps just something to do.

Song of the day: George Harrison, It’s Johnny’s Birthday / Plug Me In

 




drip

Yesterday’s Phenology: More of same. Sunny and upper 80s. A bit more humid? A bit more sunny? Well, too much of both. This phenologist would like some cooler cloudy weather, please.

Song of the day: The Byrds, 8 Miles High



Silvertone

Yesterday’s Phenology: Picture perfect day. Upper 60s and sunny. Visited Eloise Butler wildflower garden. I won’t go into details, but many little wildflowers are up and open for business. You’ll see some pictures soon.

Song of the day: Meade Lux Lewis, Honky Tonk Train Blues


Coffee Roaster, Dunn Brothers Coffee, St. Paul

Yesterday’s Phenology: Another good day, overcast and cool. Maybe a few sprinkles in the evening, maybe a little sunshine. Seagulls wheeling in the sky, making a racket. May have been Parking Lot Gulls, actually.

Song of the day: Sarah Vaughan, Black Coffee


always take your traveler, cause you never know…

Yesterday’s Phenology: Sunny and a bit breezy, up in the 50s, I believe. The geese around the lake are surly today. In the evening, a beautiful moon and silver ribbons of clouds.

Song of the day: Sonny Rollins trio, Weaver of Dreams


no place like home

Yesterday’s Phenology: a pleasant enough fall day, if you like overcast drizzly sort of days. It was in the low 50s this afternoon; enough drizzle to almost call it rain. A little foggy in the morning. Just generally a pretty perfect day. A good day for a baseball game. Let’s play two.

Song of the day: Woodrow Buddy Johnson and Count Basie, Did You See Jackie Robinson Hit that Ball?



one from the archives, june 2010, wutelco

Yesterday’s phenology: an overcast day, temps in the upper 40s, nary a drop of sunlight to be seen. Green shoots are busy shooting up.

Song of the day: Tom Waits, Underground


one from the archives, sept 2012,: corvette

Yesterday’s Phenology: The day started out dark and gray. Then the sun came out and brightened things up a bit. Temps got up in the 50s, and it seemed like a nice March day. Vs of geese are seen flying over, headed towards the river. It always cheers me up to see them up there, and reminds me of the Wonderful Adventures of Nils.

Song of the day: Ides of March, Vehicle


one from the archives, december 2014, cranberries

Yesterday’s Phenology: Another mostly gray day, mostly below 45 degrees, mostly a little breezy. Probably a pretty typical March sort of day, though I’m kind of forgetting what a typical March day is like. In this case, gray and cool and dry.

Song of the day: The Cranberries, Dream


One from the archives, June 2013, the summer game

Yesterday’s Phenology: A cold and overcast spring day. Largely in the 30s. Not good baseball weather.

Song of the day: John Fogarty, Centerfield


street saturn

Yesterday’s Phenology: A nice spring day. Sunny, mostly, and a bit breezy. Not warm enough to kill all the snow, though. First robin of spring? Check.

Song of the day: The Mamas and the Papas, Monday Monday


the children’s classic…

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Yesterday’s Phenology: A march sort of day. Sunny, and a bit warmer, but breezy, so a bit colder. That sort of day. Went for a long walk with Flynn in the afternoon, and was followed by a murder of crows, perhaps about a hundred or so, a boisterous lot. We pretended to ignore them, as they were dying for our attention. I may also have seen a hawk, also ignoring the crows as best he could. Though the last few days have been not so cold, there are still scraps of snow here and there to remind us of winter.

Song of the day: Dean Glenn Hubbard, Every Breath You Take