Well, those were the conditions as I set out on my walk this morning. It sure wasn’t too inviting, but rain wasn’t present, nor was it in the forecast, so off I went. Besides, who wants to complain about our weather when you hear what is going on elsewhere in the world. Between the hurricanes and the earthquake, I guess we can endure a little sogginess and fogginess in our lives.
The sidewalks were wet as I wended my way to Council Point Park, and I don’t know if that was from the rain yesterday, or the extreme dew. The grass was sopping wet. Each tree seemed saturated with moisture and shed droplets from their leaves when I walked underneath. Occasionally, a big fat splat dropped onto my arm. The humidity brought out the mosquitoes as well, and they were all abuzz, looking for a warm body to land on – miraculously I remained unscathed by any bug bites.
I wanted to make myself visible in this misty morn. A few years ago, after finishing up negotiations for a new contract with a local union, my boss and I were presented with some union swag – not just pocket protectors and pens, or a few buttons, but tee-shirts emblazoned with their union logo on them. So, on this very misty morning, I wore my Cement Masons Local #514 neon-yellow tee-shirt, and, when paired with black pants, I must have looked like a giant highlighter. That’s okay because that way, the drivers can see me walking down the street in the mist, plus my shirt lights up like a beacon for the Park squirrels to find me. After all, those furry critters should be mindful it is almost Autumn and they should be gathering peanuts to tuck away for the long Winter ahead.
The Park in the mist holds a little mystique, because, even if you detest spiders as much as I do, you can’t help but admire their intricate handiwork which was accentuated by the dew drops. I marveled at those webs, as long as some hidden strands didn’t drop down out of nowhere and plaster their stickiness across my face.
In low-lying places throughout the Park, the geese seemed to be walking on dry ice as a fine mist was swirling around at ground level. It was eerie indeed.
The leaves are really beginning to litter the walking path, especially those pesky locust trees with their fine yellow leaves scattered about. And leaves are dotting the surface of the Ecorse Creek, right next to the pond lilies which still have the occasional blooms.
It may have been buggy, muggy, soggy and foggy, but it wasn’t froggy. I’m still waiting to find a frog sitting on a lily pad. Perhaps the Ecorse Creek frogs are finding serenity practicing yoga, as is suggested in this garden stepping stone.