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: Ahhh, February. Maybe it was in the 30s today, but it felt a bit colder. Cloudy but bright. Didn’t crack freezing; sidewalks have patchy ice. Crows flit from tree to tree, calling and heckling. Clouds broke up a bit in the evening, caught glimpses of the moon and Venus.
Song of the Day: Antonio Vivaldi, Winter
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)
Yesterday’s Phenology: Winter wears on. Sunnier today, and cold, teens, with a steady breeze (in the 50 or so minutes I was outside.) A brilliant clear city night. Were those the Pleiades I saw up there tonight? A definite perhaps.
Song of the Day: Harry Nilsson, Me and My Arrow
Yesterday’s Phenology: Today, late in the day, the sun came out a bit. The temp approached the freezing mark, but stalled out at 31. The sun was a big red ball on the horizon during the evening commute. Thousands of crows were flying about the Mississippi, near the Franklin Avenue Bridge. I saw them from a distance as I was coming down the hill from Prospect Park. They reminded me of bats leaving a cave. Headed towards downtown, along the river. Friday night crow party, downtown Minneapolis. After I got home I noticed Venus up there in the twilight sky as I was walking Flynn around the block. I pointed it out to Flynn. He cared not.
Song of the day: John Lee Hooker, Santana, The Healer
Yesterday’s Phenology: Just a few degrees colder and a few inches of fresh snow and it seems like winter again. Today I heard on the radio that we’re headed for another warmer-than-average month. Which will make 17 in a row. Which kind of makes me wonder if we will ever have another colder-than-average month. Today’s high was 29. Paul Huttner on the Updraft blog reports that 18 of the last 26 days have been cloudy or mostly cloudy. Squadrons of geese fly over frequently, going here and there. What makes a bunch of geese decide to go fly somewhere, some other little patch of water? Boredom? A mean-looking squirrel tried to drop a big branch on me the other day. Everybody’s on edge, it seems.
Song of the Day: John Lee Hooker – Crawlin King Snake Blues
Yesterday’s Phenology: The temperatures been hovering between 32 and 33 for about the last 20 hours, and the sky has been overcast since 2016, it seems. But today seemed a bit colder than yesterday (and I guess it was a couple of degrees colder.) And they sky seemed darker and the gloom that landed with a thud on 20 January has only deepened. Occasional couples of geese fly over the house, headed for the river. They cheer me up, their pristine goosiness.
Song of the Day: John Lee Hooker, I’ll Never Get Out of These Blues Alive
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another cold day. Seems to be a trend. Every January, seems to be cold in Minnesota. Today, -5 when I woke up. -31 in Hibbing. -39 in Crookston. I hate to think what the wind chill might have been up there. Makes -5 seem not so bad, like an early spring morning. A lack of new fallen snow was also welcome, and it was actually almost bright outside on my drive home from work. Perhaps this is the nadir of our winter?
Song of the day: James Taylor, Steamroller
Yesterday’s Phenology: Again, a couple of inches of snow during the night, and a couple inches during the day, after which it cleared and got cold. Beautiful big moon in the sky tonight, but not officially “full” until tomorrow morning. Speaking unofficially, it’s full. It would have been a fine day to stay home and drink tea and have scones. I hope someone got to do that today.
Song of the Day: Talking Heads, This Must Be the Place
Yesterday’s Phenology: A bit on the chilly side. -6 when I was on my way to work, with a -20+ wind chill. It crept up to about 2 degrees in the heat of the afternoon, and since has sunk down a bit. Sunny sometimes, cloudy later. I guess it didn’t matter much. The days are about 15 minutes longer now than they were, and it’s noticeable. Spring is just around the corner. The far corner. A ways off there in the distance.
Song of the Day: Tom Waits, Rain Dogs
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another gray flannel day in Minneapolis. Temperature hovered around 32 for most of the day, and it sort of drizzle-fogged in the afternoon. A little bit colder and it will be a bit icy out there. Saw a blue jay in our back yard birch tree today. Don’t see much of them around here. It’s said that they prefer oak trees and we are a few blocks away from the scattered oaks nearer the Mississippi. Perhaps our feeder food is not to their liking. Oh well.
Song of the day: Local Hero, Victor’s Song
Yesterday’s Phenology: Sunny. Cold. Slippery. Birds crowding at the feeder. Crows keeping an eye on everything. Cold.
Song of the Day: Loudon Wainwright III, Man & Dog
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another day of changing climate. Mid 30s and grey, large pools of water filling the sidewalks and the streets, waiting for some subzero temps to become skating rinks. Ho Ho Ho! Took a brief walk in the woods, and not a creature was stirring. Merry Christmas!
Song of the day: Bing Crosby, David Bowie, Little Drummer Boy
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another dirty warm winter’s day. Somewhere in the middlin’ ranges of the 30s. Sky like ash or ash-colored slate, or maybe a dreary grey flannel, sprinkled with ash. The morning was a bit sunnier, I guess, though. I walked around the pond in the late afternoon. Nary a beast did I see. Distant crows caroled: four calling birds?
The day seemed no longer than yesterday.
Leonard Cohen: Famous Blue Raincoat
Yesterday’s Phenology: A lackluster day, gray, breezy, mid thirties. Our snow is looking bedraggled and stale.
Song of the day: Greg Lake, I Believe in Father Christmas
Yesterday’s Phenology: There was light snow falling all night, and so we woke up on Sunday morning to about 7 inches. It was a dry light snow, and quite beautiful. I take all the credit for this, as I had asked Max the day before, “Do you think we’ll be getting any snow before Christmas?”
Everyone out shoveling and snowblowing. It would have been a perfect day for cross-country skiing, but didn’t see anyone thus occupied. A good number of folks on fat-tired bikes, though. Everyone was busy digging out. The roads were very messy, but everyone seemed to be taking their time and being careful.
We went for a nice walk with the wee dog. It was a pleasant day, about 20 degrees, notalotta wind. Wee dog charges through the snow like a little motorboat; 7 inches of snow is about up to his chest. Colder tonight, and for the next few days, they say…
Song of the Day: Trip Shakespeare, Snow Days