It’s feeling very February-ish.


(Not that I was complaining about those days, or even weeks, thus far this Winter season, that felt and looked like April or May.) I’m thinking that those six-inch flowers I saw at the corner house on Ferris Avenue must be rather confused right about now, between last weekend’s warm spell, yesterday’s all-day freezing rain, then snow, and now we’re expected to be back in the mid-50s this weekend.  Heck … even I’m confused.  Perhaps all those tender shoots have  been smooshed to smithereens from our “juicy snowfall” which was heralded to be another Snowmageddon-like event.

Here in my part of town, the big snowfall, projected to be between four to eight, and maybe even ten inches, really didn’t materialize. We got freezing rain, then only about three or four inches of heavy snow, making for much hefting to move it out of the way.   I now await the snowplow’s arrival to make my return trip to the end of the driveway necessary tomorrow.  Perhaps I’ll just wait for the big meltdown on the weekend instead.

I’m sure there were plenty of fingers and toes being crossed last night – schoolkids were hoping for a snow day, feeling gypped to have gone all season without one. I guess those kids have short memories because they got multiple snow and bitter cold days off from school the past two years.  I’m sure parents likewise had fingers and toes crossed … but for a different reason.  They had to make childcare arrangements or juggle around their work agendas.  Well, most schools ended up closing so it was the kids with a “W” in their column.

Stepping outside on this early morning, I had to admit, that despite the hassle of the snowfall, I was taken aback by the beauty of the heavy snow that was clinging to, and dragging down bushes and evergreens, plus piled up along the top of the chain-link fence. This snowfall was reminiscent of that two inches of heavy snow that blanketed our backyards back on November 21st.

There was almost a hush as you stepped outside, as if the snow had hermetically sealed off all the grime of City dirt and grit and the noise of the passing cars . I stood there for a few minutes, hands propped on the handle of the shovel, while taking it all in as I admired the beauty of the peaceful morning and marveled at the mastery of Mother Nature’s handiwork.

I began to shovel and I was soon distracted by a City salt truck chugging down the street, kicking out salty nuggets in its wake. Soon thereafter it made a return trip, and I thought that task was wholly unnecessary since the snow was melting and the pavement was already bare from each shovelful of snow I had already scraped off.

In the din of the salt truck’s rumblings, a blue jay began angrily calling out to no one in particular. I quickly swiveled my head upward to the trees across the street to locate this angry bird and suddenly spied him in the tall Maple, a streak of blue with his identifiable crest, as he flitted from branch to branch.  His continuous squawking indicated his feathers had been ruffled by someone or something.  Finally, a flap of wings and whoosh … he was gone and the street was silent once again.

But not for long …

A dozen or so geese, flying in V-formation were the next ones to interrupt the solitude of my morning. They were honking loudly as they flew overhead, probably having decided the Groundhog had lied, thus they were getting out of Dodge as soon as possible.

I continued shoveling, taking that heavy snow in two layers – lifting the top half off, then scraping the bottom layer. As I made my way along to the backyard, the rhythmic swipe of the shovel blade against the concrete startled a squirrel in my neighbor Marge’s yard.  He had an annoyed look on his snow-covered face, as if I had interrupted his concentration that was obviously necessary to locate a misplaced peanut.  He sat smack in the middle of a grassy spot which he had cleared near the back of the yard.  That smart squirrel had used his paws like a paddle to push the snow aside to get to a prized peanut or two that he had hidden away for a rainy, er snowy, day.  I watched him out of the corner of my eye as I edged down the path, and he had no success finding his misplaced peanut as far as I could tell.

If there was a thought bubble over my head, it would say: “Mr. Squirrel with the surly look on your face – everyone knows that when you live in Michigan, you go for bread and milk and any necessities BEFORE the snow flies!”

About Linda Schaub

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, so 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 four 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, though 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. - Linda Schaub
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4 Responses to It’s feeling very February-ish.

  1. Marge Aubin says:

    Linda you did a fabulous job at discribing the peacefulness of a winter scene. The blue jays are very active this past week along with the robins. I hope that is a sign of a n early spring.


    • lindasschaub says:

      Thanks Marge – it was peaceful and the snow seemed to cushion and make a little bubble in the yard – no noise, nothing for a few minutes. I just heard the main meteorologist from Accuweather say that there is a possible blizzard sometime next week – two feet. The local Accuweather meteorologist says “don’t worry yet” – Yikes! Hope they are wrong.


  2. ann marie stevens says:

    Miss Linda…………………..yes everything did look beautiful and the roads were not bad to drive on probably because the cement was warm still……that’s good…………….just get me through the winter on okay roads………….guess what……….while walking this morning…I saw a ruby-headed woodpecker!!!!!………………….alone on a tree near 1-75……………….


    • lindasschaub says:

      Hi Ann Marie – the sun makes all the difference in the world – I walked earlier today and it was great, but had to be careful of the snow/ice in spots. I heard, but did not see a woodpecker. My neighbor often has them at the suet holder – they are really beautiful. I’m hearing more snow is coming mid-week – they were even mentioning a blizzard-type event, but if it doesn’t materialize for us, we just get rain – hoping for the latter and keeping my fingers crossed.


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