Happy to be hatless … but feeling a mite hapless.


When I left the house this morning, I was without hat, gloves or coat at last … well, how crazy is this Michigan weather when I shivered two days ago in my heavy Winter duds? Yesterday we set a record for heat when we reached 87 degrees. I turned on the A/C at 6:30 p.m. when the thermostat read 81 degrees in the house and it was hot and stifling. Well, I thought the weather just got too hot, too fast and it’s not really my cup of tea, despite my protestations all Winter long that I would not whine when the heat finally settled in. Just a few days ago the weather folks reminded us to protect our tender plants if they were already in the ground as there was a frost warning overnight. This morning when I left for my walk it was 72 degrees already. This weather syndrome, which us Michiganders joke about, saying “if you don’t like the weather in Michigan, wait five minutes” certainly has been true this week. As I write this post, the threat of severe weather looms from thunderstorms, which, in part, are bubbling up from the extreme heat.

While I was walking this morning I was ruminating about my beautiful roses pictured above. A quick trip to the backyard before I left on my walk once again left me reeling over the damage the Polar Vortex events and brutal Winter inflicted on my long-established plants. Most distressing is my row of Knockout Roses which appear to have bitten the dust – there is no sign of life in their brittle stems as far as I can tell. They were hardy when I put the garden to bed in the Fall. This picture above was taken in early Summer, because in general, by Fall, the rosebushes usually have spread and grown up to the fence top having bloomed profusely all season. It appears I have lost two additional smaller shrub rosebushes which were planted in the mid-80s. There is no sign of life in my long-established Nelly Moser Clematis, just dead and tangled stems hanging on the trellis where its many tendrils always hung on as it climbed up to the sky for the past ten years. I feel just sick after taking stock of the backyard gardens, but out front, my large holly bush is likewise brown and brittle and similarly planted in 1985. I hope that the malady is just the cool Spring and there might be some hope yet, but it does not look very promising for any of these plants or bushes right now. I fear stopping to smell the roses along the way just got a little more difficult, if not an impossible task … at my house anyway.

About lindasschaub

This is my first blog and I enjoy writing each and every post immensely. I started a walking regimen in 2011 and decided to create a blog as a means of memorializing the people, places and things I see on my daily walks. I have always enjoyed people watching, and so my blog is peppered with folks I meet, or reflections of characters I have known through the years. Often something piques my interest, or evokes a pleasant memory from my memory bank, and this becomes a “slice o’ life” blog post that day. I respect and appreciate nature and my interaction with Mother Nature’s gifts is also a common theme. Sometimes the most-ordinary items become fodder for points to ponder over and touch upon. My career has been in the legal field and I have been a legal secretary for over three decades, primarily working in downtown Detroit, and now working from my home. I graduated from Wayne State University with a degree in print journalism in 1978, although I’ve never worked in that field. I like to think this blog is the writer in me finally emerging!! Walking and writing have met and shaken hands and the creative juices are flowing once again in Walkin’, Writin’, Wit & Whimsy – hope you think so too.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s