It was 40° at sunrise today and the flowing water near the shore revealed where the spring is. Click to play the short video so you'll see the flowing (and hear the romantic sound of the train whistle).
February 16, 2022
Spring is here.
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Nice video, but my sister (who works in the Train Industry) would be mad (at ME)
if i didn't point out; It's a romantic diesel Air Horn, not a musty steam whistle
[message brought you by the diesel/electric locomotive industry; making romantic horns since the 1920's]
The ice isn't melting so much as rising with the lake level and not freezing immediately. It's like the old joke about the first sign of spring in Buffalo is that you haven't seen a set of jumper cables in two weeks.
Spring is here, yes. But winter hasn't left. That pernicious in-between up-and-down season.
Here the bluebirds are checking out the nesting box. My parents down the street have a bluebird attacking the reflection in their windows. He's been at it for a few weeks so my mother decided he should have a name. I suggested Windex. Windex he is...
...the osprey are back at hanging around at the nest at the end of the street. Holding territory so far, no signs of using it...
The negative temperature anomaly in the lower stratosphere is moving into the upper troposphere, which could be a harbinger of a long winter in the northern hemisphere.
I don't know when Madison will actually cross the line into spring, but I do remember the annual Opening Day of the baseball season in Detroit. Always the first week in April, and often the game is met with a snowfall. That is always the last one of the year, but it was as if Old Man Winter held out for just one more poke in the eye.
I suspect he's got another wallop in wait for Madison as well. It's still February.
The call of the train is lovely because it's a harmonic blend of tones. They didn't have to make it that way---I'm always grateful for the space in the world they make for a moment of beauty and peace.
Yes, it was a diesel air horn. Before Seattle built a bridge over the railroad tracks next to Safeco Field (now T-Mobile Park), the trains would blow their horns as they crossed Royal Brougham. One of the themes during the game was a train blowing its horn after a Mariner home run. Now with the bridge, the trains don't blow their horns since there's no need to warn anyone that a train is crossing Royal Brougham.
Yesterday, sunny, warmer, and clear. Today, dark, freezing, and snowing. Spring, we never knew thee.
My daffodils are poking up in central NJ!! Lot's of Robins around too!!
"Spring" was wordplay...
""Spring" was wordplay..."
Ok, that's funny.
Three of my favorite sounds, waves along the shoreline, train whistle, and wind through the trees (better later in spring when there are leaves on the trees).Thanks for posting!
"Spring" was wordplay...
40° muddied the waters...
False Spring
Joe Biden however spends every weekend in Delaware where there is no record of visitors and Psaki refuses to disclose who Biden secretly meets with every weekend while he is away from DC.
Wow. Joe Biden is just plain bald-faced corrupt. Hunter can't sell access if Joe can't provide it!
Spring has sprung
The grass has riz
Where last year's
Careless drivers is.
- 4th grade joke
The sun doth shine,
The world is mine,
My bones are full of marrow;
O for a wench
That has a trench
Where I may push my barrow!
- A.D.Hope, Australian national poet
Spring is here!
Spring is here!
Life is skittles and life is beer!
I think the loveliest time
Of the year is the spring.
I do, don't you? 'Course you do!
But there's one thing
That makes spring complete for me.
And makes every Sunday
A treat for me.
All the world seems in tune
On a spring afternoon
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park.
Every Sunday you'll see
My sweetheart and me
As we poison the pigeons in the park.
When they see us coming
The birdies all try and hide
But they still go for peanuts
When coated with cyanide.
The sun's shining bright.
Everything seems all right
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park.
We've gained notoriety
And caused much anxiety
In the Audubon Society
With our games.
They call it impiety
And lack of propriety
And quite a variety
Of unpleasant names.
But it's not against any religion
To want to dispose of a pigeon.
So if Sunday you're free
Why don't you come with me
And we'll poison the pigeons in the park.
And maybe we'll do
In a squirrel or two
While we're poisoning pigeons in the park.
We'll murder them all
Amid laughter and merriment
Except for the few
We take home to experiment.
My pulse will be quickenin'
With each drop of strychnine
We feed to a pigeon
(It just takes a smidgin!)
To poison a pigeon in the park!
- Tom Lehrer
Train whistles tend to have sevenths and ninths instead of just being cheerful traids.
Hope springs eternal.
"And I represented a middle-class district to a working-class district, but there was one very wealthy neighborhood," he told the National Association of Counties conference in an introduction to the dog story.
Biden served on the New Castle County Council in Deleware for two years in the early 1970s.
"I got a call one night; the woman said to me — obviously not of the same persuasion as I was, politically — called me and said, 'There’s a dead dog on my lawn.'" he said, according to the official White House transcript.
"And I said, 'Yes, ma'am.' I said, 'Have you called county?' She said, 'Yes, they’re not here,'" Biden recalled.
"I said, 'Well, I'll get them in the morning.' She said, 'I want it removed now. I pay your salary,'" the president continued.
"So, I went over. I picked it up," Biden told the crowd, pausing for laughter and applause.
"She said, 'I want it out of my front yard.' I put it on her doorstep," he said.
Biden defended himself: "But I’ve gotten much better since then."
What's funny is that all of Biden's support now comes from "wealthy neighborhoods" as he utterly despises the working class. In fact, it's become a good woking definition of "fascism" if a political leader likes the woking class people in his country, at least to those on the left.
That train whistle is an augmented triad, not a seventh or ninth. Soothingly harmonic it ain't.
A familiar sound to me, though: We live just up the hill from the Willamette River, and trains run alongside it. They no longer use the train whistles so often, though; I assume people closer to the waterfront than we are complained.
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