I know I keep bemoaning the fact that once upon a time we used to have four distinct seasons. Summer began sometime in June, not necessarily on the day the calendar said it was so. Nowadays, the seasons are colliding, morphing into one another. But, it’s not just here in the Mitten State – sadly, it is all around the world.
In Michigan, in the months of May and June, temps sizzled like a 4th of July firecracker on more than one occasion and well before Summer’s official debut on June 21st.
Since the Summer Solstice arrived, the days are already getting shorter, shaving off three or so seconds daily as we begin our slow creep toward Winter. We don’t really notice those few seconds but, once the Autumn Equinox arrives on September 22nd, we will have lost three minutes and eighteen seconds of daylight … then it’s all downhill going forward. I’ve known folks that believe once the Fourth of July holiday passes, Summer is on the wane, so suddenly it’s time for a mindset of back-to-school supplies and kids’ sports programs, draining the backyard pool and eyeballing new harvest-type décor to buy for the homestead.
How have you spent YOUR long holiday?
I like when any of our official holidays happen on bookend weekend days, like a Friday or a Monday. We don’t have enough long weekends is what I say! Canada’s July 1st holiday fell on a Friday, so they were equally lucky this year.
Were you like me and immersed yourself in nature? I walked in five large parks Saturday and Sunday and did short laps at Council Point Park as well.
Did you take a trip and fly the friendly skies, like these guys?
Life in 2022 is no “day at the beach” on so many levels.
Perhaps, just like me, a “staycation” was your agenda due to inflation woes, outrageous gas prices, or COVID stats (ours are on the rise here in Michigan – again).
Does a quick trip to the shore define a delightful getaway for you? Even if it’s just a few hours, dipping your toes in the water, …
… feeling the breeze in your hair (or feathers), …
… is a wonderful change of pace and who can resist the smell of hotdogs or burgers on the grill?
There’s plenty of fish dying to be your “catch of the day” (or maybe not if you look at it from a fish’s viewpoint). Lots of anglers, shoulder to shoulder, fill the boardwalk at Bishop Park dropping a line or two or three in the Detroit River while aiming to bring home dinner.
Bopping along the boardwalk is a favorite pastime of mine. I took several trips to the Detroit River this past weekend, plus in recent weeks, taking advantage of those occasional cool mornings to slip down to the water’s edge, even on a workday.
Yep, I get it – maybe it’s not a beach-y scene with you and your buddies bobbing around in the water, …
… but hey, with a little imagination, just picture yourself walking barefoot on the sand with waves lapping gently at your feet, encroaching ever closer to you, while a few screechy gulls are cruising lazily overhead. It’s a nice image to conjure up – bopping along the River’s boardwalk is a brief respite from the reality of day-to-day living in 2022.
The “daily constitutional” (a rather archaic phrase to describe a daily walk).
It’s only fitting that I use the phrase “daily constructional” for this Fourth of July holiday. Here’s how the Farlex Dictionary of Idioms defines this phrase:
On a hot and humid morning, circa mid-1700s, can you picture this country’s founding father, George Washington, steppin’ out for his constitutional, with his powdered hair tied back in a ponytail and those famous, already-rosy cheeks aglow from the moist morning air?
To bulk up my miles in the month of June, I was here, there and everywhere, amassing lots of steps and a ton of photos. I have done a hastily-written recap of each trek’s unique sights and sounds so my memory doesn’t fail me. One of my New Year’s resolutions was to assemble those narratives and photos and get them published in a more timely manner, but that is just one more New Year’s resolution that has bitten the dust.
Here are some recent photos that define the red, white and blue colors synonymous with the Fourth of July holiday and I have thrown in a handful of Americana images as well.
So where “R” you in your journey?
I liked this blackboard with its special message. I’ve used the phrase before, showing a photo of a painted rock I saw at Heritage Park. Fellow Michigan blogger Ruth suggested I use it as a tagline on my blog, so I did. In this case, I was totally oblivious to the fact that the “R” was missing from the word “journey” until I had the photo up on the computer screen at home. Life is imperfect anyway, so … was I going to discard that photo? Nope, the message is clear, with or without that missing letter. [I updated this post for my walking miles and noticed today Jim has squeezed in the “r” in his message.]
I’ve walked my socks off as much as I can, even resorting to hitting the aisles of my Meijer grocery store to keep me cool and bulk up my steps. Each year I wonder if I’ve bitten off more than I can chew with my end-of-year mileage goal, but I soldier on and hope for the best.
I usually give a walking miles status the end of each quarter. I am now at 637 miles (1,025 kilometers). Half of 2022 is gone – this time last year I had 605 miles on June 30th so I’m a little ahead. My year-end goal is 1,256 miles (2,022 kilometers). I walked 14.5 miles the last two days and drove my car 101 miles (yes, feel my forehead as that is not the norm for me).
My photo at the top of this post is a holiday wreath on a wooden gate at Emily Frank Gardens in Trenton. I stopped by there recently and an upcoming post will feature flowers and garden art from this fun venue. The little white gate and Americana swag looks like the gate in this holiday card below.