Monday morning … mowed lawns and magnolia blossoms.


I shut the screen door to leave for my walk this morning, and the first thing I saw was a big, fat robin sitting on the chain-link fence glaring at me. I hadn’t stepped on his toes, but he shot me a steely gaze, as if I had surely done so.  There he sat – motionless, his bright-yellow beak clasping a half-dozen long strands of dried grass.  “Building a nest I see?” was my comment to him, but he ignored my obvious question and didn’t budge from his perch.  I knew right away I had to spring into action, so I high-tailed it to the front yard to see if the robin and his cohorts had knocked down my jerry-rigged contraption over the front porch light.  Nope, it was still intact, so that meant that red-breasted bird was up to some mischief somewhere else.

I opened the garage and took out my corn broom, intending to whisk away “Home Sweet Home” wherever I found it, but that robin finally flew away, giving me no clue where that humble, mud-splattered abode might be. I took a quick tour of the backyard.  There was no nest way up high atop the yard light, probably because I chased him away multiple times the last few years … that is, assuming it was the same robin with that dour personality.  He’s up to no good and I’ll bet it is at my house, but his misdeeds were not to be discovered today.

Finally, I set off on my walk. Around the corner from my house, a nearby yard waste truck was whining and groaning as it struggled to munch up all the extra clippings and trimmings in overfilled yard waste bags.  The garbage man kept cramming more into the back of the truck and the truck’s grinding mechanisms kept rebelling, so it sounded like it was in pain and someone should put it out of its misery.  By now everyone has made the cut … you know, the first mowing of the season.  Lawn after lawn was bright green, lush and still sporting wheel marks the heavy mower had left behind.

There were dandelions everywhere – even the tall ones that my neighbor Marge sometimes describes as swaying in the breeze like a palm tree.

I finally strayed from the Boulevard and dipped down another side street, seeking a safe haven for the sake of my ears, since that truck’s grinding noise was indeed grinding on my nerves.

I noted that the warmish weather has beckoned a few more magnolia buds to suddenly burst open … these trees were “smarter” than their counterparts who permitted their bulbs to open up a smidge, then they promptly bit the dust during that cold snap a few weeks ago. The best is yet to come with this tree, as there are buds galore, and, hopefully after the storm rolls through tonight, these pretty pink blossoms will not be scattered hither, thither, and yon.

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 Monday morning … mowed lawns and magnolia blossoms.

  1. Marge Aubin says:

    Oh it was a beautiful day. I sat on the swing with my buddy and before I knew it I was warm and cozy and fell asleep. When I woke, I too saw the robins but these were pulling long juicy worms from the lawn. The birds were all a twitter. It was a beautiful day


    • lindasschaub says:

      It was beautiful – I hated to come inside. That robin was eyeing me Marge … he does not like me and I wonder if he made a nest at your house as he flew off in that direction? Your magnolia bush out front was beautiful yesterday – nearly ready to bloom last I looked at it. Nothing like a wee nap in the sun for both of you … it was not as cold and ugly as our last few Winters, but that sun beating down on a Spring day feels really good.


  2. Ann Marie stevens says:

    Miss Linda…………..would that be your photo pic of the magnolia tree?…………………….I was pleasantly surprised that our magnolias that got smitten with the cold snap last week……………….are making their way back to blossoms…………….it was a beautiful day for walking this morning………………….keep after that fat robin…………………………every robin I see is fat


  3. lindasschaub says:

    It was a picture that I took Ann Marie. My neighbor Marge has a beautiful magnolia bush in the front and another in the back. The front one looked ready to pop open yesterday – I took alot of pictures of it up close last year. I felt badly that those two large magnolia trees I usually pass on my walk did not make it after that cold/snowy/slushy spell a few weeks ago. Those robins are fat! Meaty worms and big grubs keep them going – the little birds just eat the birdseed … not much to that is there?


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