It was a perfect May morning, and I scurried out the door posthaste just in case those predicted storms arrived sooner rather than later.
Apparently everyone else in Lincoln Park had the same idea.
As I rounded the corner near my house, as usual, the Doberman came loping over to the fence. I quickly ran out into the street to pass by his house, since he was not there to socialize, but defend his turf. This morning, however, his bark was worse than his bite; he wasn’t a big threat as he’d been to the vet’s office for some procedure, since he was wearing a big cone over his head and an inner tube-like gizmo on his shoulders held the cone in place. The clear-plastic cone gave him a clownish look, instead of his usual menacing look, but, those eyes stared right through me and I knew he was saying “don’t tempt me”, so I didn’t sneer at him, or even roll my eyes, and instead hurried on my way.
There was a plethora of pooches enjoying a morning promenade, including a Great Dane who was taking its owner on a walk and straining at the bit to go faster. She was just a wisp of a woman, so slight that she might have ridden on his back and made it easier on herself. I saw a Bull Mastiff and an English Bulldog – both looked surly, though I’d done nothing to raise their hackles. Lucy, the Jack Russell Terrier mix was distracted from the business of walking, since she was busy sniffing her owner’s pocket. Pat gives Lucy a treat for each passerby so she won’t try to jump on them, so Lucy reaped bigtime as to treats this morning.
Even the streets were kind of busy as everyone was driving to the store to buy their present for Mom.
The rest of the crowd were either motorcycling, moving furniture, mowing the lawn or marrying … er, getting ready to get hitched. I saw a woman walk out of the house gingerly transporting a long bridal veil and another woman followed behind her while hoisting up a long garment bag.
I had packed my camera and a few tidbits of stale bagels and headed over to Council Point Park. It has been ages since I was last there. The grass was dotted with dandelions – thousands of them, some yellow and some spent already. My mission was to get in a walk and hopefully come home with a few photos of goslings or ducklings with their mamas to accompany this post, but, those wee ones were either camera shy, well-hidden, or maybe still inside the egg, so I am using this cute image taken by Brigitte Werner, a Canadian photographer from B.C. instead.
I didn’t see anyone to give my break-your-teeth-on-‘em bagels so I tossed them out to some sparrows at the Park and they glommed onto them just as soon as they hit the ground. They even bounced, they were that hard.
Even though it was “World Naked Gardening Day”, I didn’t see anyone participating in this event (not that I would have taken pictures). Well hoe hum – maybe next year.
All told, I got 4 miles logged. I believe that the rain, like me, took a hike.
[Image by Brigitte Werner from Pixabay]