Fairport Convention, Who Knows Where the Time Goes
Yesterday’s Phenology: Warmish and Humidish. Noticed a parade of Canadian Geese marching out of our parking lot at work and up the hill to the pond. It was as if a tour bus had pulled up and let them out. They rather seemed like they were going to work.
Song of the day: Ella Fitzgerald and Duke Ellington, It Don’t Mean a Thing if it Ain’t got that Swing
Yesterday’s Phenology: A much nicer day, cooler, 80s, and much less humid. Geese and egrets enjoying the pond in Maplewood.
Song of the day: Eric Burdon and The Animals, San Franciscan Nights
Yesterday’s Phenology: We are suddenly getting some very March-like weather. Rather unexpected. Sunny day today, but the temp stayed in the low 30s. The snow is melting slowly. The crows seem querulous. Always bickering about something or other. Sidewalks still have some snowy patches (those neighbors who have given up on shoveling for the winter) and some icy patches, where they’ve been shoveled. All that’s missing, really, is about 15 or so inches of old snow. Then it would really be like March.
Song of the Day: R. Crumb and his Keep-on-Truckin’ Orchestra, River Blues
Yesterday’s Phenology: Well, I don’t have much to tell, being stuck in my cube all day. No frost on the windshield in the morning. Seemed sunny out, from what I could tell. I oughta get out more, I guess. The days are lengthening out nicely, I should make mention of that, how nice it is to drive to work in the early dawn light, and come home and it’s still light out. Makes a big difference. Well, makes a bit of difference.
Song of the day: Meade “Lux” Lewis, Yancey Special
XAt the sight of blackbirdsFlying in a green light,Even the bawds of euphonyWould cry out sharply.
Song of the Day: Andrei Krylov, Black Crow
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)
Today’s Phenology: Temps skyrocketed to 37 today. People were out in shorts, washing their cars, talking about what a hard winter it was. A bright sunny day. Wildlife is scarce. At least, in my little gray cubicle.
Song of the Day: Sun Ra and his Arkestra, Pink Elephants on Parade
Yesterday’s Phenology: Out of the blue, today, the sun came out, and it was oddly warm. Up in the 20s? Compared to -20, it was like springtime. All it takes is a little perspective, I guess.
Song of the day: George Harrison, Out of the Blue
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: Warmish and overcastish. A lot of beautiful leaves on the ground, and a lot still on the trees. Didn’t really see much of the day today, unfortunately.
73 degrees right now in Cleveland, which is pretty near perfect for the seventh game of the world series. Unusual for November 2nd, though.
Song of the day, Steve Goodman, A Dying Cub Fan’s Last Request
Yesterday’s Phenology: The day was overcast, cool, and humid. A little breezy. Very gray. Have I mentioned the sumac? Today was your typical mid-fall day. It didn’t beat you over the head with phenology, though I noticed pumpkins at the farmer’s market today, a sure sign of something. Pumpkins, tomatoes, potatoes, peppers, zucchini, cukes, kale, beans, onions: you can get anything you want at the midtown farmer’s market.
Song of the day: Arlo Guthrie: Alice’s Restaurant.
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
in the mississippi, by the dog park. A very calming zen-master of a rock.
Yesterday’s phenology: raspberry plants bow down low from the weight of the berries. All sorts of bees apparently enjoy hanging about raspberries, lurking with the berries, which makes raspberry picking much more of a sport.
There are a lot of restive geese about these days. They seem poised. Or perhaps bored. There are different terms used for geese when they gather, it turns out. Yesterday there was a gaggle of geese on the ground by the graveyard, while skeins of geese circled the skies. Now and then a plump of geese would plummet to the pond. I don’t believe there’s a term for a group of geese swimming on the pond, which is quite a bit different from being on the ground, at least in my book. I’ll suggest the term “proliferation.” Or perhaps a “pontoon.” Any way, to sum up, there are a lot of geese everywhere, which makes walking on the path more sporting as well.
I’ve also seen a lot of grasshoppers hopping about. Not quite a “cloud” of them, more like a parade. I see them mostly in groups of one. Most of these are carrying small fiddles, and not doing very much work at all, considering the time of year it is.