We flipped the calendar page to a new month, and flipped the hands of the clock backward. I wish we could have skipped the former and could do more of the latter, don’t you?
In the wee hours of the morning I heard the pitter-patter of the rain on the patio roof. It woke me up and caused me to sigh because I figured my morning walk would be cancelled. Despite the chance to catch up on an extra hour of sleep, I got up anyway and used that found time to reset the clocks and phone so that I did not have to use my brain all day to compute what was, or was not, the “real time”.
After several hours of gray-looking clouds hanging around, all of a sudden, just as I was ready to leave, the sky brightened up into a beautiful blue and the sun popped out, as if to say “here I am!”
With my extra time this morning I got a care package ready for the critters in the Park. I’ve not been there as much this walking season, and I was reminded of that fact, when I met a couple of fellow walkers at Meijer the last time I was there. I told them I’d be stopping by this weekend for sure, weather permitting.
So, off I went, toting a bag of goodies that included a Ziploc bag of peanuts, a scarred-up pear and a half-loaf of stale bread. I was sure to please someone if there were any takers. The last few times I’ve carried treats, those furry and feathered friends rebuffed me, so I quit packing them a lunch.
As I walked the familiar route down to Council Point Park, I decided that Fall has now reached its ugly stage. Those once-beautiful leaves, a kaleidoscope of colors, now are scattered everywhere, lackluster and wet from a tumultuous week of wind and rain. They’ve slickened up the roads and sidewalks, and now you really have to watch when you’re walking, so you don’t wipe out and go slip-slidin’ away. Despite the breeze this morning, the rain-slickened leaves were embedded with mini Snickers bar wrappers that refused to budge, having been tromped on, over and over again, last night by the trick-or-treaters.
Most of the trees at the Park still have leaves, which surprised me, so I really couldn’t tell if the squirrels were hiding up in their nests or just being standoffish as they are sometimes. I left the pear and a pile of peanuts along the trail the first go-around, knowing I could check whether they had stopped by on subsequent trips. With my bag of bread tied onto my fanny pack and flopping against my hip, I walked carefully down the slope of wet grass on the banks of the Creek, then shielded the sun from my eyes while peering for ducks or geese to offload my treat. I heard a few quacks in the distance and waited for some mallards to mosey on by, but there were none. I climbed back up to the path and completed a few more laps, but saw no critters and the food remained undisturbed on the trail.
The weather was so beautiful, albeit windy, that I next headed over to the Harrison Street Bridge, always a sure bet for viewing mallards and it didn’t disappoint. I watched them from afar, then tossed the tidbits out and they quickly pushed against one another greedily to get up closer to the bridge, all the while quacking up a storm.
The weather is supposed to be gorgeous most of the week and uncharacteristically warm for early November. I kind of like regressing back to Summer and believe Mother Nature is rewarding us for our patience through that long Winter and the cold and rainy Spring of 2015.
I leave you with this quote: “Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.” ~Soren Kierkegaard
[Image by photographer Ales Krivec at Unsplash]