I love that it is finally getting lighter earlier; this morning as I bustled about getting ready to leave, I saw the first rays of the day filtering through the blinds as they cast a pale glow onto the floor. That hint of sunshine made me want to tear out of the house and get on the road ASAP. Where did that expression “slow as molasses in January” come from anyway? It sure was not me this morning.
I must admit I was feeling pretty smug as I walked past that snow shovel propped up against the wall in the basement when I went to get my coat. It was standing up in the dry boot tray and I noticed a fine layer of dust collecting on its bright-red handle. That dust was very telling I would say. It tells me that someone is a poor housekeeper, and, it also tells me this is my kind of Winter. That new shovel has been used a total of three times in this season.
When I was finally suited up and then stepped out outside, one look at the sun and I was ready to burst out singing “Blue Skies – Nothing but Blue Skies” but I restrained myself. Besides … it might scare the birds who were hovering around my neighbor Marge’s many feeders that line her back deck.
It looked and felt like a March day with bare pavement, brownish-looking lawns with the occasional hard and crusty patches of snow, and very windy. It was a “hold-onto-your-hat” kind of day, like you find in March when your kite or your cap can go airborne in a matter of minutes. Michigan is going to lose its moniker of the “Winter Wonderland state” when we have 50 degrees on our thermometers this weekend.
It seems unbelievable that the end of January is upon us. I’ve not yet taken those coveted hiking boots out of the box, and maybe now I’ll just hold them over until next year, though I must confess I am itchin’ to borrow Nancy Sinatra’s song title for a blog headline ” These Boots are Made for Walkin’”.
As I walked along, I mused that I had music on the brain today, and, while pondering that thought, I saw a robin. He wasn’t singing, just bobbin’ along like the song says, occasionally trying to peck the frozen ground and scowling as his efforts yielded no worms or grubs as far as I could tell. Seeing him reminded me that I must come up with a more-permanent fix to thwart the robins’ nest-building, though that is a few months away yet. I was surprised to meet up with this robin red breast, even though I’ve heard, or read, that not all robins head South. This was no birdbrain as he no doubt follows Local 4 weatherman Paul Gross on Twitter … Paul has been tweeting since early Fall that we were going to have a mild Winter thanks to El Nino.
I could have taken my camera along this morning, though my fingers might have been a tad cold to capture a picture, and frozen digits are sure no fun … they take too long to thaw out and feel normal again. Besides how would I have written this blog post, not to mention get Robb’s work done?
The days are getting longer and pretty soon I can hit the road earlier … a quick glance at the calendar shows that there are 51 days until Spring. As of today, I have walked 50 miles so far in this young year. I am curious to see whether the Groundhog gets it right again. If you’ll recall, Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow last year and we got six more weeks of Winter (and then some). Well, pfft to the old Groundhog’s predictions anyway; we have El Nino helping us to stay warm. Gracias my little friend.