Yesterday’s Phenology: The Return of Winter. Temperature sunk down to 1 lonely degree this morning. Sunny, and warmed up to double digits, but now sinking back down for another cold night.
Poetry Corner: (Wallace Stevens, Continued…)
IVA man and a womanAre one.A man and a woman and a blackbirdAre one.
Yesterday’s Phenology: I miss having little animal notes to share in my phenology notes, but:
a. I don’t see many little animals
b. I don’t get out enough
c. When I do get out, I don’t see many little animals.
Yesterday started off with a dismal gray drizzle fog, which made for very slippery conditions indeed, as the temperatures slowly descended through the day. The streets were generally not terrible, perhaps due to accumulated salt residue, but the sidewalks were patchy and treacherous, and I very nearly lost my footing a couple of times. A steady breeze blew down from the NW, and the sky was clearing a bit in the evening.
Poetry Corner (Wallace Stevens Continued):
IIIThe blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.It was a small part of the pantomime.
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another day of gray, hovering about 32, as if trying to decide which way to go. Sounds like more of that ahead.
Poetry Corner: Wallace Stevens, continued…
III was of three minds,Like a treeIn which there are three blackbirds.
Song of the Day: Peter, Paul, and Mary, The Three Ravens
Yesterday’s phenology: A sunny day. Temp was up in the mid 20s, and no one was complaining. We have an endless supply of crows, and these evening, at dusk, they were all headed towards downtown. I wonder where they go? Perhaps by St. Anthony Falls? Probably I should follow them and find out.
Today in Poetry Corner we have the first stanza from Wallace Stevens’, Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
Among twenty snowy mountains,The only moving thingWas the eye of the blackbird.
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
