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
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
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
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
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
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
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another cool cloudy summer day. High of about (exactly) 77. Robins, Cardinals, and Red-winged blackbirds, I heard. No sign of the Japanese Beatles on the trees by the pond. Yet.
Song of the day: Duke Ellington, Caravan
Yesterday’s Phenology: Fledgling birds are often found out of their nests this time of year. Apparently it’s best to leave them where they are, as their parents are still looking after them, even though they might be hopping about on the ground and vulnerable to all sorts of mayhem. Apparently it’s an important state of development. If they survive it.
Meanwhile, another perfect summer day, mostly cloudy, scattered sprinkles, a breeze from the north and a high of 72.
Song of they day: Charlie Parker, Bird of Paradise
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
Yesterday’s Phenology: A little taste of summer, with sunny sky and temp in the mid upper 70s. A little breezy as night fell.
Song of the day: Glen Campbell and the Cream, Sunshine of your Love
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
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
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
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?
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another above average day. A little bit of morning frost on the windshield (won’t see that around much longer) and then the sun came out of the clouds and the day was pleasant and 50s.
Song of the day: Lester Young, Jammin’ the Blues
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
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
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
Yesterday’s Phenology: A cold and overcast spring day. Largely in the 30s. Not good baseball weather.
Song of the day: John Fogarty, Centerfield
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
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
Yesterday’s Phenology: Sunny, with a cold nip in the air. Scattered remnant of recent snow fall reminds one a bit of winter, though here we are in March already. Late in the day a pack of crows mocked me in the back yard. I shook my fist at them. Didn’t help.
Song of the day: Bob Dylan, I Threw it All Away