It’s weather for ducks.

04-01-16

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.

[Image from Pixabay]

About lindasschaub

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, and 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 over three 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, although 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.
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2 Responses to It’s weather for ducks.

  1. Ann Marie stevens says:

    Congratulations Miss LInda in not getting your feet wet……………..I do remember some sort of hand me down galoshes………………………..very cute yellow duck…………………….

    • lindasschaub says:

      I like that duck too Ann Marie. This garden flag I saw on Emmons is huge and you would like it … duck with an umbrella and galoshes. But flag is a big faded and if I took a picture of it, you could see through the flag and the picture was not clear. That particular house has the most-interesting garden flags – big ones out front. Hated those “puddlers” … they had a weird fishy smell, not just mine, all the kids complained about them.

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