It was another stupendous Fall morning to savor in our memory books once that Wintry weather turns nasty and ugly. While my boss trekked back from Chicago today, I figured I could lollygag a little longer on my own journey, so I headed to Council Point Park.
Today was garbage day, and, on the long street stretched out before me, all I could see were rows and rows of brown paper yard waste bags, standing at attention like silent soldiers. I was glad for the walk to stretch my legs and get rid of the kinks I had from stooping and squashing all my leaves into eight tall yard waste bags yesterday. I think my New Year’s resolution better be to get more limber in 2016!
Once I arrived at the Park, finally, it was “my day” since I was not rebuffed by any squirrels, and instead one of my furry friends saw me taking the bag out of my pocket and came running over. He began first by sniffing my shoe, then climbed aboard and looked up at me to ask for peanuts – yes “asked” is how I would define sitting on his haunches and begging. So, who says squirrels aren’t trainable? I gave him some peanuts which I had squirrelled away in my pocket from yesterday. He took ‘em “to go” … well, that little escapade made my day.
I continued along the Park perimeter path, now strewn with leaves. With the trees and bushes continuing to get bare, I can now see the entire Ecorse Creek without the need to be gingerly stepping down the sloped banks that are so slick with leaves and frost. I was able to peer through those bare bushes and see the water, dappled by the sun as it filtered through the uppermost branches of the tallest trees. The reflection on the water was prettier than the actual scene as tiny ripples gave a distorted image of what transpired on the Creek surface. I saw the iridescent heads of a pair of mallards as they glided by and they looked like matching jewels. I watched them thrust their heads with synchronized jerky movements which seemed to propel them forward. Suddenly, they stopped and abruptly changed direction when perhaps they spied a bite to eat where the reeds were still green or tinged a harvest gold color. They disappeared into that hidey-hole and didn’t return, so I moved along as well.
I stopped every so often to take some pictures, all the while basking in the warmth of the sun. I knew that we were not enjoying such wonderful weather this time last year when there was black ice on the trail and miserably cold and blustery days … so, can we keep this weather forever?
As I turned into the driveway, I wished for all the world I was just beginning today’s trek, not ending it. I expect to hit 600 miles this week, despite two predicted rainy mornings. When I told my boss Robb that I had reached 500 miles, he encouraged me to try for 600 miles. He said “it would be like a round trip to Chicago”, so I said I’d try, and as that goal nears, I’ll set another one for year end. Robb and I collectively bemoan the Winter season and are happy to keep it at bay as long as possible – snow and ice will spell the end of the long walks, despite the purchase of the new hiking boots , because for some Winter weather, it will be better to just stay put. He is riding 20 or more miles on his bike daily as he leaves the office mid-day to travel to Belle Isle for a couple of laps around the island, but bundling up and riding along the water’s edge won’t be a treat much longer and he will resort to using the exercise bike he keeps in the office.
All too soon we will be counting the days ‘til perfect weather again, but in the meantime, today Mother Nature shone down on us giving us a most memorable day, and for this she gets an A+ and a thumbs up for sure.
“Look deep into Nature … and then you will understand everything better.”
~ Albert Einstein