A fairy tale and a bunny tail.


It was a gorgeous morning for a walk. I messed up badly yesterday, as once again I relied on our trusty weather people, who said storms would cross our area in the early a.m. I took their word as gospel … they were wrong, wrong, wrong and so I forfeited my morning stroll. Well, this morning made up for it. I went back to Council Point Park today and I was determined if I heard that croaking bullfrog I was going to seek him out and take his picture. But that froggy fellow was nowhere to be found. As I strolled along the perimeter path, my head turned this way and that looking for a sign of life. Where was everybody – humans included? There were no squirrels, birds, ducks, geese, nor a lowly frog, and just when I was thinking that this morning’s walk was boring, I startled a bunny who was nibbling on some clover and he bolted, his hind legs a blur and his white powder puff tail flashing. When he was far enough away from me, he plopped down to rest, and I am sure his heart was beating a mile a minute as he shot me an especially wide-eyed look. From my vantage point, between two tree branches, I watched this solitary bunny who sat there motionless as he dared not wiggle his pink translucent ears, nor twitch his tiny button nose. I stayed and watched this poor little soul, who was probably petrified to move from his spot, even though I did my best to assure him I meant no harm. I saw him as if he were Peter Rabbit and had come to life from the pages of one of my old Beatrix Potter storybooks I enjoyed as a youngster. Perhaps he was the living, breathing creature that was reminiscent of a pastel rendering from a Marjolein Bastin sketchbook. Well Ol’ Peter finally moved on, either confident I meant no ill will toward him, or perhaps the rumblings in his stomach urged him to move over to the wild rhubarb patch. I stayed there awhile longer, and watched him as he ducked under one of the very large rhubarb leaves, which had to be at least a foot long and wide. Those rhubarb leaves looked like large fans and dwarfed him as he crouched underneath, nibbling away. I left him behind, happy and content, and since there were no other humans around, he was free to move about fearlessly – after all, this was his domain here at the Park … I was merely a visitor.

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.
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