Posts tagged “winter

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Yesterday’s Phenology: Rain, light rain, heavy rain, drizzle, mist, fog, rain, heavy rain, more rain, rain rain rain and more rain. It rained all day. The temp slowly climbed up through the 40s, and it was a bit breezy at times. A lot of rain. A nice morning to sit under the awning at Isles Bun and coffee, enjoy a scone and some coffee and watch the rain fall. Lots of very wet birds out there now, and a lot of unhappy worms. One thing’s for certain: more rain is predicted for tomorrow.

Song of the day: Bruce Springsteen, Streets of Fire


the crow flies over the moon

Yesterday’s Phenology: Pleasant enough. Cool and sunny morning. As the day wore on the offices warmed up. Had an afternoon meeting in a conference room that was a bit too warm. Don’t think we’ve hit air conditioning season yet, but it won’t be long now. Overcast in the evening, and now, as I prepare for bed, some lightning and thunder and, I assume, precipitation. Very pleasant hearing rain on the roof as one drifts off to sleep.

Song of the day: The Monkees, Daily Nightly


passing crow

Yesterday’s Phenology: It was much like a nice fall day yesterday. The high temperature was about 3 in the morning, in the low 50s, and the temp just gradually dropped from there throughout the day. Some would call the day “gloomy” but I liked the dark clouds moving through, they had character and forboding. It rained a bit on my way home from work, and the temp is just 33 now as I head to bed. A cold foggy night ahead. Will we get a frost?

Song of the day: Grateful Dead, Cold Rain and Snow


searching crow

Yesterday’s Phenology: It felt like a fall day. Temps in the 40s and overcast, a bit foggy in the morning. Rained the night before for quite awhile. Maybe things will green up soon?

Song of the day: Simon and Garfunkel, A Hazy Shade of Winter


hunkered down crows

Yesterday’s Phenology: overcast and a tiny bit warmer. Almost not measurably warmer, but still, a bit warmer. And a bit rainy in the late afternoon. A little rain will be good.

Song of the day: Duke Ellington, It Don’t Mean a Thing


cloudy moon

Yesterday’s Phenology: Ahh, the theater of the seasons. It started off cold and cloudy. Stayed cloudy, but warmed up a bit. First snowflakes were spotted about 1, and then it snowed pretty much the afternoon. Came down pretty good at times. Went for a long walk with Flynn in the snow. He enjoyed it more than me, I think. But it was pretty, and also nice and quiet. We got about 2 inches or so during the afternoon, and they say more will fall overnight. But that’s what they always say. Anytime a big storm hits a place, they always close the news story with that line. “More rain is expected.” The never say, “The sun will be coming out tomorrow, and all this snow will soon melt away.” What does this say about people? We like our weather stories to end with a note of despair? Such is our lot in life. More rain is expected.
The crows were out crowing about in the falling snow this afternoon. They seem to enjoy their lives. Perhaps, if we live good lives, we are reincarnated as crows.

Song of the day: Trip Shakespeare, Snow Days


winter night with crows

Yesterday’s Phenology: Another cold winter day. Partly cloudy. Chickadees flitting about, and a flicker calling it’s weird call. Sounds like a dog toy, a bit. Cold. Eight degrees as I walked Flynn this morning. Wasn’t it in the 60s, recently?

Song of the day: Billie Holiday, Duke Ellington, Don’t Explain


just passing through

Yesterday’s Phenology: Shades of Winter! Five lonely degrees outside when I went to work yesterday morning. And it stayed cold and grey throughout the day. Took a couple walks around the pond, and Melissa and I heard the ice singing on the pond. I’m not sure what was going on, but it sounded either like a.) a volley of photon torpedoes, or b.) a sheet of metal being shook. And also there was a big cracking noise too, at one point. The ice was, at this time, a very large sheet floating out on the pond, covering most of the pond but not the area around the shore. I think the wind was making the ice rise and fall, and that was making the “singing” sound (as Melissa described it) and also the big cracking sound, (as I described it.) When I went out again later the ice was forming in all the areas that had been open water just a few hours earlier (it was cold yesterday. It still is cold, I guess.) and everything was still, and the only thing that was singing was the geese and ducks. If you can call that singing. Anyway, it was a good day for Phenology. The day of the singing ice.

Song of the day: Singing Ice


night caffe

Yesterday’s Phenology: Any day, now, phenology is going to start busting out all over. But not yesterday, which was overcast and cold like February should have been. It was in the upper 20s, but felt colder. Probably due to the 60s we’ve experienced lately. Context is so important. Anyway, it was cold, and getting colder now by the minute.

Song of the day: Frank Sinatra, One for my Baby


back in fly-over land

Yesterday’s Phenology: Well, another darn nice day. Temp up in the mid 60s for the afternoon. Overcast much of the day, and a short thunderstorm in the early evening. What could be nicer? Took the day off work, ran errands, and Flynn took me out for a walk thrice. Saw cardinals, heard flickers and, of course, crows. Nice.

Song of the day: Paul Simon, An American Tune


night flight

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Yesterday’s Phenology: Now that spring (i.e. March) is here, it’s cold. It got up to about 31 today, but when I went into work it was more like 12. Perhaps I should have dressed warmer. Perhaps it’s too early for the bermuda shorts. Lesson learned. It was warmer when I was going home, but I was still cold. And I’m cold now. Today’s big phenological event was the red-winged blackbird I saw today singing at the top of a tree by a little bogland in suburbia. Seems quite early to hear the red-winged blackbird, but I did, and it cheered me up, cold though I was. There was also the cardinal, this morning, singing it’s song. Spring is here, see?

Song of the day: Randy Newman, Underneath the Harlem Moon


moon in the winter trees

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Yesterday’s Phenology: A chilly morning, with about an inch of snow on the ground this morning, and a blowy cold wind. Later there was sun, and most of the snow melted, and then, coming home, it snowed a bit again.

Song of the day: Rickie Lee Jones, Horses


crow party

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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


Raymond and University, 5:55 pm

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Yesterday’s Phenology: a more typical late February day. Temps in the low 40s. Lakes still largely ice covered, but bare of snow, so you can’t always be sure.

Song of the Day: Bennie Moten’s Orch, That’s What I’m Talking About


monday moon

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Yesterday’s Phenology: another February day, with the temps in the upper 30s and a sun that made it seem warmer than that and a bit of a breeze that made it seem colder than that. I guess, kind of a confusing day, in some respects. Cardinals singing their optimistic spring song. Saw some little yellow peeps in the sunday ads, seems a bit early for the peeps to come out, but everything is early this year I guess.

Song of the day: Benny Goodman, Moonglow


Winter of the Crows – 21

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irridescent wings
shimmering in the moonlight
caww caw calling caaaww

Yesterday’s Phenology: Heard a cardinal singing a spring song, though it was only in the 20s all day. Everything is drabby brown and cold and dry.

Not Nice! Sad!

Song of the day: CocoRosie, The Moon Asked The Crow


Winter of the Crows – 20

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old crow looking down
sees me looking up and we
complete each other

Yesterday’s Phenology: Cold and gray in the morning. But no snow at all, not a whit. It all blew south of us. They got quite a bit down there, as predicted, 15 or 16 inches in places. Here? Zero. Not unexpected. But, as I said, colder, 20s, more Februaryistic than in the last several days. Not much complaining about that, though, as people were generally glad not to have to deal with a foot of snow. I was a little disappointed, but it did make the commute easier.

Song of the Day: Julie London, Bye Bye Blackbird


Winter of the Crows – 19

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Yesterday’s Phenology: There was so much talk about the coming snow that the mass of hot air over the twin cities moved the storm pattern south a bit. So now it looks like we’ll get a little, but maybe not. Sunny day, but colder, more like February, in the 30s, probably. Clouded up in the evening. Not snowing yet.

Song of the day: Iceland Folk Song, Krummavisar


Winter of the Crows – 18

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Yesterday’s Phenology: Again, mid 50s. Are those snow clouds over there? Crows tell us nothing.

Song of the day: Tim O’Brien, Dirk Powell, John Herrmann – Songs From The Mountain, The Blackest Crow


Winter of the Crows – 17

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winter wind
he can’t find his roost
the evening crow

Issa

Yesterday’s Phenology: Apruary continues, with yet another 61 degree day. A bit of open water on the pond, taken advantage of by a few ducks and geese. In the evening, beautiful clouds, sunset, and constellations of crows flying to the river.

Song of the day: Bob Dylan, Black Crow Blues


Winter of the Crows – 16

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usually hateful

yet the crow too

in this dawn snow

Basho

Yesterday’s Phenology: Yet another peculiar day, in the low 50s, with rain much of the day, hard at times. Would have been  a lot of snow, back in the day. But today it was rain. This evening, I stepped out into the yard, and it was like a summer night. One of those summer nights after a hard rain, when the temperature drops abruptly from the hot summer day, and everything is fragrant and dripping. My kind of night. But it is February.

Song of the day: Александр Маршал, ЧЁРНЫЙ ВОРОН


Winter of the Crows – 15

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on a withered branch

a crow is perched

autumn evening

-Basho

Yesterday’s Phenology: Another April day. Upper 50s and mostly sunny morning, cloudy later in the day. A few small islands of snow, and the puddles are starting to recede. Pitchers and Catchers have reported to spring training, it seems they are reporting earlier than usual this year, but everything is amok in the phenology area these days. When it’s 60 degrees in February, what will be the temperature in July? I consider that the scientists have their forecasts about how global warming will go, but perhaps this is all guesswork, no one really knows how fast a global climate can change and which effects will cascade into a downward death spiral.
Just for the record, Carbon Dioxide in the earth’s atmosphere is about .04% (average surface temp about 57 degrees F), where as on Venus (average surface temp about 872 degrees F) it’s 96.5%. I was just curious about that.

Song of the day: Molly Healy, The Crow


Winter of the Crows – 14

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in one spot
the crows congregate…
snow is melting!

-Issa

Yesterday’s Phenology: Another day from mid-April, stuck smack dab in the middle of February. Looks like we topped out at 58 today, which ties the record high. A beauty of a morning, whispy clouds bright sun, crows, cardinals, woodpeckers, geese, and flickers all doing their thing.

Song of the day: Schubert – Winterreise – “Die Krähe”

Die Winterreise No. 15. The Raven (Die Krähe)

A raven has flown beside me

Since the day I left the town

Raven, bird of ill-omen

Will you ever leave me?

 

Do you stalk me

In the hope I will be yours?

My journey can’t last much longer

My strength begins to fail

 

Raven, surely you will be true

Until death overtakes me


Winter of the Crows – 13

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XIII
It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The blackbird sat
In the cedar-limbs.
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another day of climate change. 63 degrees in Minneapolis, breaking the old record, which was 55, set in 1981. (Don’t remember that.) Sunny, with a light warm breeze. Saw the usual crows, and a long-legged raccoon that was wanting to cross the road at rush hour. He thought better of that, and scurried back to raccoon town.
Song of the day: Simone Perrin, Crow