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