It was a beautiful morning, still cold, but the sun made all the difference in the world. I saw no bundled-up bunnies, and, truthfully, I could have left a layer or two off as well, as I was warm by the time I got home.
The old adage of wait a few hours and Michigan’s weather will change sure was true yesterday. In the morning, you might have packed a snowball, whereas a few hours later, you could be pitching a softball. In that vein, just two weeks from today you might be bobbing around in a pool with a beach ball. It seems impossible that Memorial Day is just around the corner.
As I walked down Emmons Boulevard, I noticed that people were still treating their posies with TLC and many were hidden out of sight or covered with brown paper bags or newspaper.
It seems the dandelions didn’t give a whit about the cold weather – they are everywhere in the parks that I pass on my walk and perhaps there is even an overabundance of them this year. In Lincoln Park they will mow later in the week, especially in Memorial Park, where the festivities for the parade will take place this Sunday. So, there are many tall and spindly dandelions that have lost their “bloom”, or, those straggly, bent-over weeds with wispy white fluff that kind of look like old men. Then, there are the sunny yellow dandelions which look like tow-headed youngsters or mini sunbursts. As I gazed in those fields covered with these weeds, I was remembering when I was young and we’d make wishes on the spent dandelions and watch them drift slowly into the air.
I walked to the railroad tracks and back, and, while on that trek, I peered into the Ecorse Creek, like I always do when crossing the footbridge. There were no ducks or geese this morning, but I saw some large ripples in the water, and I knew it was more than just the wind. I saw a huge muskrat padding through the murky water and he made it to the banks of the Creek and quickly disappeared into the reeds and brush there. I had my camera, but he was way too quick for me … besides, it’s hard to get too enamored about an ol’ muskrat (unless of course you’re the Captain and Tennille).
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