… I set out on this St. Patrick’s Day morn.

Though I’m not Irish, I felt lucky anyway. Yesterday, freezing rain or snow was predicted for Friday in the early morning, but that crummy weather got delayed, affording me a chance to get out and walk.

I almost did a jig, but stopped myself.

After we scoffed at the Ground Hog all through February for his wrong prediction, he sure was right on the money this past week, after we got slammed with frigid temps and 5 ½ inches of snow.

But, during my walk, I was surprised just how much of that mid-March sunshine melted the snow yesterday. This morning, I could see big patches of grass beneath the dregs of snow … the lawn was not emerald green, but it is getting there.  I looked hard, but I saw no four-leaf clovers peeping in between the blades of grass.

My ultimate destination was the railroad tracks, but, as I neared the footbridge, it was strangely quiet. The Ecorse Creek was frozen solid and there were no geese wandering about either, so my camera remained in the case. The snow and ice on the sidewalk near the footbridge was a little dicey for walking – apparently, no one had shoveled it earlier in the week, so rather than hop, step and jump over the ice and snow, and risk going over the railing and onto the skating rink (a/k/a the Creek), I decided to head over to Council Point Park instead.

I got on the first loop and pulled out a half-bag of peanuts that were stuffed in my pocket from the last time I was here, but I had no takers. Obviously, they were tucked away in their nests in the tall trees.  Well, that was too bad … no furry pals to sweet talk and blabber some blarney to while I tendered treats.

There were no cars in the parking lot, so I might have been the only one visiting the Park this morning. I did one entire loop, than left for home.  Unbelievably, I saw not a single soul my entire trip.  While I wasn’t expecting to meet up with a leprechaun or a snake or two, even the mail carriers, walkers and joggers and the usual dog walkers were absent.  Sadly, there was absolutely no one for me to greet with a wave and a “Top o’ the mornin’ to ya!”

I got home without a drop of precip falling out of the sky, and having added a little over four miles to my total for 2017.  No nips of Irish coffee either, just a large unexciting cup of Nescafe.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day everyone.

[Image by Alexas Fotos at Pixabay]