Just as the meteorologists promised, the weather finally ceased being overly hot and humid … in fact, there was a beautiful breeze going when I left the house for the first of two walks.
I decided to split up my treks today and make an early foray to the footbridge, then visit the Lincoln Park Farmer’s Market that opens at 11:00 a.m. every Sunday. It’s the first time this Summer to visit the market, because I prefer walking when it is cooler, and getting there and back in the heat of the day wasn’t really much of a draw for me.
So, for walk #1, I went to the footbridge. I took the camera with me, intending to take a few pictures of the incredible green slime that is all over the Ecorse Creek surface, but, today it didn’t look all that bad. I took a few pictures anyway, but as usual, saw no signs of life in the water.
Despite the look of the water and lack of waterfowl, frogs and turtles, evidently some wildlife still exists in that Creek … or, rather, DID exist in that murky water. In the middle of the street was a huge muskrat that was feelin’ no love, as it lay there bloated up from the heat and flattened in part by a tire. Ugh.
Nearby were those ever-present flurry of swallows dipping in and out of the trees and dive bombing me a few times. I stayed at the footbridge a few minutes, camera in hand, still trying to get some pics of those pretty swallows with their dark blue plumage, cream-colored bellies and scissor tails. They are just too quick and never stay in one place long enough to get their photo.
I finally headed home and did some housework, only to emerge two hours later to head to the farmer’s market for when it opened. There were several vendors and goodies galore, including homemade baked goods such as pies, cookies and breads, plus a variety of jams. There was a poultry farm vendor with big coolers filled with fresh eggs, poultry, beef and pork. A farmer from the Good Medicine Farm in Milan had tables laden with fresh fruits and veggies, flowers, herbs, honey and real maple syrup.
I browsed the local vendor’s wares and got into the flavor of the season, but, by then it was getting hot, so I headed home, with 4 ½ miles under my belt. Those dual Sunday strolls got me to 450 miles walked so far this year.