This morning I thought about that ditty that mentions “March winds, April showers” … local meteorologist Paul Gross proclaimed it the 5th wettest March in history. I believe that since I hunkered down in the house more times than I cared to instead of going for a walk.
I did get out this morning, however, while the going was good, even though the dark clouds in the sky looked like rain was imminent. There were some birds bathing in the street, where there were puddles galore, and I found myself trying to sidestep the street puddles and water-filled potholes in the sidewalks to keep my feet from getting wet and muddy. At Ford Park, the grass was saturated with huge puddles, and, as a result of the wind yesterday, it was littered with small branches that had snapped off trees. You could still see the bare and ragged cuts on the fallen limbs.
Since I last walked on Wednesday, the forsythias have bloomed. They added a touch of golden yellow in the gloomy morn, and made the landscape look more like Spring, despite the brisk temperatures. Likewise, the drooping daffodils, also in bright yellow, added a splash of color to still-drab gardens.
Gone is the Easter décor that adorned the doors and porches, and, in its stead, are colorful flowered wreaths, straw hats with floral motif bands hanging on doors, and I saw many garden flags snapping in the breeze.
I saw one huge garden flag with a duck carrying an umbrella and wearing rain boots. His boots reminded me of my plastic galoshes I had when I was a kid – “puddlers” my mom would call them. They had a button and loop closure and a funky, plastic-y smell. I remember that those puddlers cut the tops of my ankles, so I tried to walk without bending my feet. All the kids wore them, and, they were rather useless in my opinion, since your shoes and socks still got wet if you decided to splash around in a puddle or two along the way to school, even though I always denied doing anything so terrible.
I got my four miles in and was home without getting rained on, and, because I am an adult now, I managed to keep my shoes and socks dry too.
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