Acorns and Indian corn.


What’s that? Did I really see a wisp of breath in the cold morning air? Well, I guess so, since it was only 43 degrees when I left the house this morning. It seems that Fall’s chilly temps arrived much too quickly and have now apparently settled in for good. What happened to those warm and sunny days from just a week or so ago? I decided to walk straight down Emmons Boulevard to the River this morning, but, as I drew near, I heard the train rolling along the tracks and blowing its whistle in the distance, so I made an abrupt U-turn just short of the tracks at Alfred Street. The walk through the neighborhoods and down the Boulevard was nearly as pretty as going to the Park. Most of the Honey Locust trees that line the streets have already turned a golden hue and started depositing their tiny leaves and straggly stems into the sidewalk cracks. We used to have a locust tree and through the month of October, you could never keep the sidewalk and driveway clear once the leaves started to fall. It was a big mess and the leaves were so tiny, they were hard to sweep up and you sure couldn’t rake ‘em. At the other end of the spectrum, were the fallen Crimson King Maple leaves, which sometimes appear to be as large as a man’s hand. Often they tumble down from the tree face up, and are perfect specimens as they lay there on the lawn or sidewalk, dewy looking, unblemished and still beautiful, until someone comes along and tramples them down. I watched a couple of squirrels duking it out for a single greenish-looking acorn. They were so intent on which squirrel would get this nut goodie, that they didn’t see me ‘til I was almost upon them, and, then they bolted as fast as their short legs could carry them, chattering away to no one in particular. In their haste, neither one thought to grab that prize acorn before taking off. I love the Indian corn decorations on front doors. I saw a nice beribboned swag today and it made me remember a time several decades ago when my mom and I visited a roadside stand while taking a Sunday drive in the country. We bought some produce and a pretty swag of Indian corn to hang on our front door. It looked so festive … that is, until a few days later when little bugs started climbing out of it. My mom went to get the mail and saw little worms clustered on the Indian corn – in one swift motion, she picked that swag up and tossed it into the front garden. That was the end of any Indian corn harvest door décor going forward.

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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