Well, this morning I felt like a little kid again, succumbing to the many puddles that had collected in the sidewalks enroute to the railroad tracks in Wyandotte. I was not surprised to see so many gigantic puddles, given the intensity of the rain yesterday, plus, there were at least three thunderstorms that I counted.
Well, no need to complain about all that rain – besides, that could have been snowflakes falling from the sky, and, in fact they had snow and hail in the northern ‘burbs. Whew, glad it was not us!
All Winter I’ve been amused by this yard ornament pictured above. That’s because, thankfully, the snow never made it to the top of that snowman yardstick. It never even came close. Global warming or we were just lucky?
As to the weather, just like on the first day of March, I have yet to hear a peep today about whether this month is going to exit like a lamb or a lion. Given the rain today, I’m going to say that March departs like a docile lamb.
When I stepped outside and didn’t feel any droplets of rain, I hustled out and ran the car and was soon on my way. There was a worm explosion last night, or early this morning, since the sidewalks were jam packed with baby worms crawling around; they were unsure whether to duck back into the grass, or simply slither along the concrete with their brethren.
As I passed Ford Park, I glanced over and there were a multitude of low spots in the vast fields, because massive pools of standing water were everywhere. I noted that the robins were gleeful about all the pools of water – it was like going to the country club for them. Those red-breasted birds were either bathing in the puddles, or simply sipping the clear water and supping on worms.
Walking up and down Emmons took some careful planning to avoid getting my shoes soaking wet, and, I soon found myself sidestepping puddles to step on grassy/muddy lawns, or just walking in the street. I’m not in favor of the latter choice, since Emmons is a fairly busy street, especially on a weekday, but, that is how I navigated around for the most part. I finally tired of dodging mud puddles and detected a spritz or two of rain droplets dancing on my nose, so I turned around and picked my way back home again.
A glance at the sky told me those clouds might contain plenty more precip, and, we were, after all, due for a rainy day once again. I felt lucky to have eked out a walk. The sky sure was dark and ominous looking. I think the solution to brighten up the sky is to take all those yellow crayons that Crayola has deemed a “dud” color, and use that hue (“Dandelion”) to color some sunbeams into that gloomy-looking canvas above. (So there Crayola!)
I arrived home, without the rain having spoiled my walk, or gotten my clothing wet, but my shoes were covered with mud splatters and red tree dander was embedded in the soles. I really do covet a mud room – perhaps in my next life (or next home). I would like to just traipse into the house, park my butt onto a bench, then remove my boots or shoes, without standing on one leg like a flamingo to do so. Not to mention that the landing is a very small area to move around and not tumble down the cellar stairs. But, rest assured, never again will I walk upstairs with my outside shoes on … not after I spent a weekend getting the carpeting, rugs and floor all spiffed up.