Float like a butterfly; sting like a bee.


I’ve learned a lot about Muhammad Ali since his passing, and, I have found myself wondering, on more than one occasion, where I was during all the actual events in the audio clips and video snippets that have memorialized him these past few days. Was I busy with school, work, life – how did I miss the importance of this man, besides his boxing prowess?  I heard that he was the most-recognizable person in the world.  Wow!  I watched a moving video where Ali awkwardly lit the torch at the 1986 Olympics while his other hand, seemingly with a mind of its own, shook with tremors from Parkinson’s Disease.  That particular video spotlighted President Clinton watching the stage at that moment, face turned upward, just as spellbound as the multitude of athletes and onlookers in the crowd.  I now know that Ali was much more than just a boxer and I apologize for my faux pas and am happy social media supplemented what I DID know about “The Greatest”.  I had, of course, heard the quote that I used for the title of today’s blog many times before.

It was a little too cold this morning for seeing any butterflies or bees. Those beautiful butterflies disappear until they may alight, ever so delicately, to sun themselves.  When I had my butterfly garden, I learned a lot about these beautiful creatures and I used to cater to them to cajole them to visit my yard.  I made sand puddle dishes for them to drink and flat rocks where they might sit in the sun, plus I placed ornate butterfly houses where they could slide through the skinny slots to tuck themselves away until it was warm enough for them to float through the air to the butterfly bushes I planted for them.  As to the bees, I think they are still dormant as I’ve not seen any of them making a beeline to what flowers are already out and flourishing – the peonies are beautiful and I am surprised how many roses and clematis I have in the yard, but no bees busying themselves deep in the blooms.  These photos are from my backyard when butterflies and bees visited more often.

Today I saw a happy hummingbird hovering around one of the many feeders that Marge sets out for them. Its tiny wings were whirring at seemingly the speed of sound as it honed in closer and closer to sip that sweet nectar.  I watched, fascinated, then when it was done, in the blink of an eye, it blitzed over to the next feeder to sample that treat as well.

It sure was nippy this morning, and I’d have been happy to extend my journey longer … nothing like a cool and crisp trek the first week in June, but it was just a wee walk for me as I had the tech coming to do the air conditioning check. I was pretty sure that Flame would cancel the appointment, given the cold temps, but we hiked the furnace up pretty high, then switched to the A/C and dropped the temps to the 60s so he could check out the unit.  You could hang meat in here by the time he was done, and, all the while, Buddy, my canary, who was tucked away in his room snoozing under his big blankets, was alternately sweating and freezing, but he didn’t complain – at least I didn’t hear him grumbling anyway.

But, I’m lovin’ this cooler weather. I felt especially energized Tuesday morning.  I turned on the water at the outside spigot, after attaching the hose and hose reel to spray down the A/C from all the clingy, cottony poplar tree fibers.  The hose reel self-destructed before my very eyes.  The reel collapsed, and icy-cold water sprayed up like Old Faithful.  After getting soaking wet, that kind of killed the walk, especially since the temps were in the low 50s.  Brrrrrr.

Back to Summerlike temps next week – sigh.

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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3 Responses to Float like a butterfly; sting like a bee.

  1. Marge Aubin says:

    I’m sorry about your hose. I really would like to have seen it..😉I love this weather.


  2. Ann Marie stevens says:

    Miss Linda……….those are beautiful pics of your flowers with the bees………………guess what the mother goose had 7 goslings yesterday early morning………………..everyone around the pond apartments were delighted and trying to take peeks and pictures if daddy Gander goose would let you get near them…………………..we are overwhelmed by them……………wanted to let you know it’s a happy ending…………..and beginning


    • lindasschaub says:

      I am so glad it had a happy ending … and beginning Ann Marie. I was hoping they didn’t get evicted by the goose police. Now you can monitor the progress as they turn from fuzzy little fellows into the awkward stage of being all legs and feet and one day they’ll take flight. Lucky you to watch this from your window, but Digger will be jealous. 🙂


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