The gales of November came early.

10-02-15

After enjoying exceptional weather for most of the month of September, I’ve not been impressed too much with October thus far. Today it was dark and gloomy and the wind was gusting over 20 mph when I left for my walk. It was a “hold onto your hat” kind of day and will continue like that through the weekend.

Since it took forever to lighten up outside and I had a busy work schedule today, I just took a short walk, bypassing all my favorite haunts. Speaking of haunts, this wicked wind has torn down some of the Halloween decorations and I saw a plastic ghost rolling down the middle of the street on its own volition. It sure was not the ghastliest apparition, especially on the return trip when I noticed that a car had done it in, and one crushed Casper was squashed flat at the curb.

During my three-mile trek, I saw many parents and kids leaving the house for school. They were all doing the mad dash from the front door to the car … you know those moves you make once that first cold and unwelcome breath of Fall greets you in the early morning.

As I walked along, I scuffed through the leaves on the sidewalk, and watched as the wind whipped them from the trees, across driveways and along the street to join their counterparts. It was kind of sad actually – all those beautiful trees, so recently gussied up in their gold, rust or red “accessories”, and now they are probably shivering after this hasty departure of all their leaves in one fell swoop. I sure can’t blame them; this raw-feeling morning left me somewhat shivery myself.

Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the Fall. ~ F. Scott Fitzgerald

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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2 Responses to The gales of November came early.

  1. ann marie stevens says:

    Miss Linda……….yes that’s exactly how my walk went too…………and thank you for the depressing quote of Mr. Fitzgerald

  2. lindasschaub says:

    Ann Marie – Ha, ha – yes it was bad and worse today. I decided the car needed a run and I didn’t want to walk and feel like a tumbleweed so I walked at Meijer. Finished up my Winter pantry shopping. Got four miles in by walking laps around the store. If you shop at Meijer – go to the milk department. Not only did they have half gallons of strawberry milk, they also had “Orange Scream” … it is wonderful. Tastes like those ice cream pudding pops of orange sherbert with vanilla ice cream inside. They only have it in the month of October for Halloween.

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