This season has me both freezin’ and sneezin’.


What I mean to say, is that on this last day of Winter, to be freezing and sneezing at airborne pollen at the same time, is a clear conflict of interest.

It seems impossible that tomorrow is the first day of Spring. A turtleneck and toque were donned in anticipation of  a full-sized walk this morning, plus the fact that it was only 28 degrees when I left the house.

I took along my camera since I had extra time this morning. While I saw a few things worthy of taking a shot, I must admit that I thought twice about drawing the camera out of the case, since I must first slip off the toasty gloves, so the camera stayed put.

Those March winds have returned, and made the walk even more brrrrrrrrrisk. I hope all these windy March days doesn’t mean non-stop April showers as that ditty goes.

There was tree dander flying about and settling on my coat sleeves. My wool hat was sprinkled with red and yellow tree dander when I removed it when I got home.  I noticed the wind earlier in the week caused that reddish-colored tree dander to creep underneath the garage door sweep – I opened the door and it was all over the garage floor and stacked up in neat little piles where the wind had whirled it around and banked it up in front of the door.  That tree dander leaves me sneezing for a few hours once I get into the house, and it didn’t help that I brought in extra pollen on my clothes.  I guess it’s just another sign of Spring, but one I can do without.

I saw a squirrel nibbling on a long ratty-looking carrot which he held between his front paws. It was nearly as tall as he was.  I thought to myself that it would be a great picture if one of the photo editing sites had some bunny ears I could just plop onto his head, and, while I ruminated on whether or not to take his picture, he suddenly dropped that carrot like a hot potato and scurried off.  If you snooze – you lose, when trying to take critter pictures sometimes.  I do believe that the carrot was the remnants of the snowman that I told you about a few weeks ago.

The sky was rather unusual looking – its multi-colored strata looked like a layered pudding dessert – light blue on the bottom, a layer of light gray, then darker gray and finally some pale white clouds. That sky reminded me a bit of when my mom used to make layers of vanilla, butterscotch and cholate pudding and top it off with Dream Whip.  It was a kind of reverse “Pudding in a Cloud” dessert.  Once again, I toyed with the idea of taking out the camera, but left it tucked away – maybe another day.

That odd-looking sky needed something on this March day – perhaps a kite, light as a feather and made of balsa wood, lifting off and going higher and higher with a long, beribboned tail streaming and wiggling in the breeze. On the ground, not far behind, would be a young girl with a big ball of twine tethered to that colorful kite.

I know I spent many Spring weekends with my friends, each of us dashing to and fro while guiding our kites in the meadow at the end of Sandmere Place that eventually became part of the Hopedale Mall.

That little nugget of nostalgia got me thinking that I never see kites up in the sky anymore. So, are they now passé  and just another memory from my past?

Up, up and away … I wish somebody would tell me to “go fly a kite” and I’d go for it and turn back the hands of time once again.


[Image by GDJ from Pixabay and]

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 This season has me both freezin’ and sneezin’.

  1. Marge Aubin says:

    They do try to fly kites at Elizabeth Park.. I have watched them. That squirrel sounded cute. March winds brings April showers that brings May flowers. Tomorrow is Spring.


    • lindasschaub says:

      Really? I saw one kid at Mixter School in the schoolyard, and I think that was the first year I wrote this blog as I mentioned that, but never have seen any others. I keep forgetting to look if your little flowers are out at the fence. Thank goodness for Spring, even though we had an easy Winter!


  2. Ann Marie stevens says:

    Miss Linda…………………………..where is Sandmere Place and Hopedale Mall?…………………………my husband used to fly kites every spring ………………………….yes we all did growing up it was a given and lots of fun………………………….guess what on my walk on very cold Saturday morning I saw tons of fat robins sitting on bare trees…………………………


    • lindasschaub says:

      Hi Ann Marie – Sandmere Place was where I lived growing up – I should clarify better for people who joined my blog later … I have mentioned it in the past. We moved to Oakville, Ontario from Toronto when I was two years old and left there and moved to the States in 1966 when I was ten years old. I will be here 50 years in July! Amazing isn’t it? It was a new subdivision and a lot of undeveloped land nearby. There was a meadow and we used to go collect pollywogs and there was a creek with frogs, alot of birds and it was very similar to Council Point Park (in my opinion), but just before we moved to the States they built Hopedale Mall and the meadow became a parking lot. I have seen a lot of fat robins too – someone is feeding them grubs and worms I think – do you?


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