On golden pond …


When I arrived at the Park, I was the first one there, and that surprised me since the wind was not huffing and puffing and there was no precipitation (for a change). The red-hued leaves have now disappeared, and, in their stead there are yellow leaves aplenty. The term “harvest gold” sure was the color of the day as golden leaves littered the Park and were drifting in the swift Creek current as well, in fact – it made the water look almost golden in some spots. As I walked my two complete loops around the Park I heard the brittle brown leaves hanging on for dear life and wiggling in the wind, their crispness sounding like mini chandeliers in the slight breeze. The Park’s formerly vibrant colors are now mostly mottled and muted now, and almost non-descript. Many of the trees are already bare and exposing huge, previously hidden squirrel’s nests way up high. Speaking of squirrels, I tucked an extra pack of peanuts into my pocket, intending to share one bag for each loop of the trail the first time around. However, on the second loop, there were not many takers, and, one particularly cute little guy, with a dark-colored nose, kept begging at my toes. I kept “gifting” him with more peanuts after I watched him run ahead of me, then double-back, then finally come right up to my feet to grab my attention. At one point, I wanted to hand him the Ziploc bag and say “take these peanuts and save ‘em for later in the season – you’ll need ‘em”. I took some pictures of him as he kept posing for peanuts and I’ll share them later in the week. I also clicked off some shots of the mallards that I now can see much better since the leaves are sparse on the bushes and trees. One of those pictures is above. It’s harder to take pictures now as I have to keep ditching the gloves to operate the camera, and sometimes a nice shot is missed in trying to finagle the gloves and camera quickly. The wind chill was 29 degrees and the temperature was right at the freezing mark when I departed for my walk. Well, brrrrrr … and it was breezier and colder than that in the open areas of the Park I’m sure. It was not a picture-perfect day at all; in fact, the clouds hung down dark and heavy and it almost looked like a snow sky. I came home with rosy cheeks, my nose running and eyes watering from the stinging cold, but with a sunny disposition because there are no gray days at the Park.

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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