Autumn meanderings.

bridge

I decided to visit Elizabeth Park and do some strolling and leaf peepin’ there today.

You couldn’t have asked for more perfect weather for late October, and I certainly was not the only person who decided to enjoy a quiet Sunday morning by strolling around beautiful Elizabeth Park.

I noticed right away that the tree colors were not as vibrant as those at Heritage Park, so I realized I probably could have waited a few more weeks for peak leaf color at this park, but who knew?  Better to catch some color, than arrive and the leaves are crumpled up and strewn on the ground.  I know Marge and I were here in mid-November a few years ago, and very few leaves remained on the trees, so I thought I’d check it out today.

But, there are always plenty of delightful sights to see, from the cantankerous geese who refuse to budge off the road to yield to people or cars …

geese in road

… to the ducks who are all zoned out with their heads under their wings to catch a quick nap after a dip in the water.

ducks roosting

There were pooches galore, trotting along the boardwalk, their toenails clicking as they strolled that wooden walk near their owner’s side, or romping through the woods, on a long lead, ears flapping, and panting from the warm temps.

boardwalk

I took a pouch of peanuts, but there are definitely more waterfowl than squirrels here and the squirrels don’t beg like they do at Council Point Park.  Everywhere you look there are ducks waddling about, in fact, there’s even a sign that tells you to yield to ducks.

duck crossing

I climbed to the top of the bridge, and the view was exquisite as usual.  Even the weeping willow tree, was still a lime-green color, and had barely lost its leaves.  A lone gull was perched on this rock without moving, watching the waves and the world go by.

gull

I would have loved to linger, but yard work called and the basement (post water woes) as well. I figured it was the best day to put the yard to bed and clip down all the rosebushes for the Winter.  I always wait until it is cold so they don’t start growing again and I’m hearing cold weather is coming soon..  The rosebushes were full of vibrant blooms and the scent was heavenly, and, I hated to just cut them down and discard them, but who knows what our weather will be next weekend?  I hope you savored this weekend, because unfortunately, this temperate weather is on the wane and temps will be in a downward spiral, as reality will return with a vengeance very soon.

just a reminder

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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