WALKIN', WRITIN', WIT & WHIMSY

No flurries, no worries ….

Posted on February 16, 2019 by Linda Schaub

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… or so I thought.

I was excited to head out this morning. The moon and stars seemed to be in alignment … no snow, ice, bitter cold, freezing rain or wind to contend with … a win-win situation, or so it would seem.

I walked out the door and there were a few flurries alighting on my nose, then my coat sleeve. I didn’t think much about those snowflakes, as all the weather forecasters said the next snow event would be Sunday afternoon.

I decided to walk to Council Point Park in case it was icy there, so I at least got two miles to and from the Park, and whatever else I could glean on the perimeter path feeding the squirrels. Though it was clear as a bell, I still wore my lug-soled hiking boots – who knew what condition the path would be in?

By the time I arrived at the Park, the snowflakes were really twinkling down, so much so that I flipped my hood up. That wasn’t good as it blocked my peripheral vision – how was I going to thwart any more squirrels crashing into each other in their zeal for peanuts?

I scurried under the pavilion and got the camera out, intending to only use it under the roof, that is, if I could lure the squirrels to see me in a spot where it was dry and snow-free. It worked for a couple of my furry pals, who either took their peanut to the tree …

… or climbed to the picnic table, where you’ll note the lovely frozen Creek in the background.

It stopped snowing, so I left the pavilion to dole out peanuts and make my apologies for my long absence to any squirrels who crossed my path.

The Creek was frozen over in some spots, and solid ice in others. Looking down through the bare branches I could see the frozen banks, yet water flowed freely down the center of the Creek.

Around the bend, a wooden dock was solidly embedded in the ice.

The geese were honking their heads off this morning. I could hear them just as soon as I stepped onto the perimeter path. But it wasn’t the usual “hey we’re coming in for a landing, so move away!” I don’t know what the problem was, but they were arguing with one other and the voices and noises escalated and carried down the Creek’s narrow passageway. Yes, you read that right. When they are agitated with one another, their honking reaches a crescendo and the arguing parties all honk at the same time and sometimes doing a back-and-forth between one another. It’s so loud you can’t hear yourself think. I stepped over to the Creek banks and stood there watching them.

Since the bushes and trees are bare, it’s kind of hard to try to hide behind them so the geese don’t see me and paddle away, but this bunch was so engrossed in their honking, they were oblivious to me.

Every so often one goose would chase another one from behind, and its long neck would stretch out horizontally, aiming at its feathered backside and then stabbing it with its bill. That incited a mini-riot wherein the targeted goose would rise out of the water and flap its wings.

They were making such a commotion that the other geese stopped to watch.

Even the ducks were in awe at this uncouth behavior.

I made my way around the entire loop without so much as a twinkling snowflake, and then the snowflakes started up again. The header photo shows the snow twinkling down on the bench.

As you know I’ve highlighted a few of the memorial trees in the Park and I have similarly written a post on a memorial tree planted for Erica Megan Sharick, who passed away at just 21 years old.

In the Springtime, the tree is full of white blossoms with yellow tulips underneath. Click here to see Erica’s tree in the Springtime.

Today I noticed there was something new under Erica’s tree, no doubt placed there for the recent Valentine’s Day holiday.

Snow was already starting to stick on the memorial stone.

Just a hint of a breeze stirred the gossamer angel and it began to twirl around.

Fly high and sleep with the angels Erica.

The snow flurries picked up in intensity, blowing horizontally for a time and the massive flakes began to glom together making it slick on the path. It sure is hard to get traction in my walking regimen if there is no traction on the paths that I must travel on foot. I decided to cut my walk short and head home.

I put the camera away and with my head bent down, hurried to the pavilion area where I dumped out the rest of my peanuts on the picnic tables. I noticed someone had left four painted rocks on four different tabletops. I took photos of them, then when I got online, posted that I had found them on the “Downriver Rocks” Facebook site, a site where painted rock creators and collectors convene.

Walking home, the snow was swirling and collecting on the sidewalks and streets. Despite wearing hiking boots, I slid a few times. I paused under cover of a large fir tree to take a photo of the newly bare wood left by a branch that must’ve broken off during our recent windstorm.

I also stopped to take pictures of these Snowdrops … the first new growth in 2018. Well these flowers were aptly named as I noticed snow had settled down among the tender shoots.

Seeing the Snowdrops, I wondered if Spring is all that far off? “Bring on Spring soon” I muttered as I peeled off my snow-encrusted clothes.

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Sometimes you just have to stop and smell …

Posted on February 15, 2019 by Linda Schaub

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… the roses, as that old cliché tells us.

But, for my furry friends … it is all about the peanuts.

I feel badly I’ve not been to Council Point Park since last Sunday following my two River treks. In essence, I’ve been two-timin’ Parker, since I began sharin’ the love with Grady.

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But, this week’s horrid ice storm, which left every inch of concrete coated in ice, had me rethinking any trips to the Park, or anywhere else for that matter. The ice event was treacherous, but breathtaking, as the trees and bushes shimmered, their bare branches encased in ice. I enjoyed the view through the front storm door window. I couldn’t have ventured out, even if I wanted to, as the freezing rain sealed my screen door shut. And when I did head out the door, that snow was just as slick, though it was a better bet to trudge through it, rather than on ice. I heard the crunch-crunch as my heavy boots plunged through the icy snow while I made my way to the garage to run the car, then back. We had a brief warm-up yesterday and the sun came out – yay! It melted most of the ice and today’s brisk breeze dried everything up … the wintry mess is all gone for a couple of days, until the snow returns late Sunday.

This furry fellow is so cute and cuddly looking.

Thursday morning was still slick and dangerous with glare ice galore. I opened the screen door and laid peanuts on the porch and the brick ledge, then tucked five more in my pocket for the opposite end of the ledge for when I went outside. I caught a glimpse of Grady watching me from the tree across the street as I doled out his breakfast. Next I saw him descend that tall tree and race across the street. As he headed up the driveway, his paws were skidding this way and that – wouldn’t you’d have thought his claws would act like ice cleats? I went and grabbed the camera to get some pictures of Grady through the glass.

Usually, I toss out the peanuts, then shut the door and head downstairs to grab my coat and boots to go outside. But instead, I surprised Grady by staying there at the door.

He was alone and paused on the porch steps where his eyes lit up just like a kid in a candy shop when he saw the extra peanuts I gave him for Valentine’s Day.

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I realized Grady didn’t know what to make of my appearance there, but I swear I could hear the gears clicking in his brain. He was thinking “well that looks like Linda, but where are her feet?” [Hidden behind the door.] Or “Linda always wears a black hat – what is brown on Linda’s head?” [Hair.] “Why is Linda staring at me like that? [Because I want to take some pictures of you to share in a blog post.]

Grady continued to study me, perplexed why I didn’t close the door, but instead I continued to watch HIS every move.

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He paused on the porch momentarily, deciding whether or not he should risk his life in case I reached out the door and grabbed him and pulled him indoors. [It is tempting sometimes because you’re so cute Grady.]

Part of what endears me to him is that he is so tiny that he hops and jumps to move along quickly.

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He is such a timid little soul and I know he wanted those peanuts so badly he could just taste them. I talked to him through the door and said “go ahead Grady – I’m not going to hurt you!” He gave me one more look, almost like a lamb being led to slaughter, then finally made a dash to the corner of the porch, under the stoop, where I pile the peanuts so the squirrels and birds are protected from any swooping hawks. He was also out of my range of vision so I had to wait until he emerged in the middle of the porch again, where he dragged out a mess of peanuts.

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Wash, rinse, repeat.

Well he didn’t stay put for more than a second, then dashed over and grabbed a couple of peanuts and ate those on the porch steps.

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He then decided since he had quite a pile of peanuts, and no one to share them with, why not hide a few?

So how did that work out Grady?

His first stop was the neighbor’s tree, where he paused, with a peanut in his mouth, but where was he going to put it?

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Soon he began beating a path, grabbing a peanut, then running, mostly hopping, down the driveway, his little paws persistently going out from under him on the ice.

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Grady does get an “A” for effort though, as he inspected all his favorite digging sites around the front yard, and the neighbor’s property [well, they’ll like me a lot won’t they?]

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Grady even ran across the street to a spot by “his tree” but no go. Finally, he determined the ground was frozen. I suspect he was a loss where to hide those peanuts, so he tucked them here and there into the snow.

Or he figured he would just go ahead and eat them as Linda will give him more tomorrow. [Cute and smart!]

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I think the weather will be better than originally predicted and the streets and sidewalks are clear after that warm spurt yesterday. I might have even done a short walk this morning but the wind was gusting from 20 to 30 miles (32-48 km) an hour and I didn’t want to roll along like a tumbleweed.

Tomorrow I’ll get down to the Park and lavish some attention and treats on Parker and his buddies. Thankfully he lives a mile from the ‘hood and won’t find out about “The Other Squirrel”.

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My heart’s desire.

Posted on February 14, 2019 by Linda Schaub

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This is a selfie of me, your roving reporter, about to head out the door. I’ve got my coat on, even a snazzy beret, but no footwear, er … paw wear. Hmm – decision, decisions. Do I wear shoes, snow boots, or ice cleats – what weather havoc did Mother Nature wreak today?

Our weather here in Southeast Michigan has been unbearable … snowy and blowy, or icey and dicey, for a solid month now. This morning the weatherman said “folks, don’t believe a word the Groundhog told you – we have another two weeks before things relax a bit.” Grrr to the Groundhog, who likely needs new glasses. While I’m grateful for the spurts of good weather the past several weekends, giving me a chance to get down to the Park, or explore other venues, I’m eager to get back to my walking regimen full time. I am sure my Park squirrels are scratching their heads, (and no it isn’t just lice or fleas), wondering why the Peanut Lady abandons them during the work week.

While my heart’s desire is better weather, your wish may be chocolate, so this bear is bearing bonbons for Valentine’s Day!

The picture above is from an American Greetings Valentine’s Day card and features this vintage American bear, manufactured by the Ideal Novelty and Toy Company, circa 1906, and is part of the Yenke Collection. Through the years I collected teddy bears too, though none of them were antique or vintage bears. I gave this greeting card to my mom one year because she was born on Valentine’s Day – she would have turned 93 today.

Happy Valentine’s Day! I’ll leave you with this wonderful quote:

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It’s my 6th “blogiversary” today!

Posted on February 11, 2019 by Linda Schaub

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It was a cold and snowy day when my fingers flew over the keyboard to create and launch that initial labor of love. I just went back and did a word count and that first post was 2,195 words. Well, brevity has never been my strongpoint as my regular followers will attest to.

In many ways this blog has been a present I have given myself. It is a gift that keeps on giving because it is a daily affirmation that yes, other people out there in the world share the same little joys as me, and furthermore that they enjoy reading about them.

Six years – where did the time go? happy anniversary

I like things easy and uncomplicated these days.

As I have grown older, I’ve come to realize that it is the small delights in my life that give me the most pleasure. My world suddenly became much smaller when I got laid off, then eventually hired back, but working from home. While I enjoy my at-home gig, I was eager to get out into the world and leave the confines of the kitchen where I work at the table. But query … how does one get out and explore and still adhere to a business work schedule?

So, I began a walking regimen in 2011 to get some exercise, after I realized, except for gardening, I wasn’t walking many steps a day and my job was too sedentary.

My friend Marge encouraged me to start a blog to write about what I saw in my daily treks around the ‘hood, but the earliest posts were devoid of pictures and there was only so much you could write about pounding the concrete sidewalks and streets.

Luckily, I discovered Council Point Park in 2013, a few months after beginning my blog. I would go on to discover other parks along the way, but, I keep returning here because it always feels like home.

Small delights.

Very few people know that it was my dream to become a veterinarian because of my love for animals. But my grades weren’t good enough in math and science, so I abandoned that dream the first year of college. I liked working on the college newspaper, as well as the camaraderie of the news staff. So I switched gears and writing became my focus instead.

For me, getting out and walking in a natural environment sets the tone for the day. There is a spring in my step, a lightness in my heart … it is very real. A foray into nature for me is like stepping back in time … I was seven or eight years old, running through the meadow with my friends, dipping our jam jars into a creek to get pollywogs. These were the simple delights of childhood. So enjoying the goodness of nature brings out the kid in me. That’s a good thing because the harshness of day-to-day living is a real kick in the pants sometimes, isn’t it?

I am happy to read your comments when I write about the antics of Parker or Grady, the “aws” over pictures of baby robins taking their first flight, or a sly cardinal that swooped down and grabbed a peanut from the trail, a duck trying to wrangle a wiggling fish … and there are your oohs and aahs over beautiful sights like crashing waves at Lake Erie Metropark or icy boulders along the boardwalk at the Detroit River. I’m so happy to share these treks with you.

Small indulgences.

Everyone needs to have a few indulgences. Like Dave’s Killer Bread toasted, with a pat of real butter and slathered with chunky peanut butter is one for me. Or those instant cappuccinos – a little bit of heaven in a big mug. And my latest find, is Pepperidge Farm’s new “Farmhouse Thin & Crispy Toffee Milk Chocolate Cookies” … it is not so good I discovered these when I’m not walking every day.

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But, indulgences aren’t just about food and drinks … after years of snapping off the radio when there was too much gabbing, loud and obnoxious commercials and songs I didn’t know anymore, I have discovered a new radio station. It’s a delight to be able to sing the songs I know by heart for decades, even if I can’t a carry a tune. These songs transport me to my 20s and me walking around with my headphones clapped tightly over my ears. I’d be working in the yard, or doing chores in the house, singing away at the top of my lungs – I couldn’t carry a tune then either. Finally, I can turn off the all-news station more often because the state of the world gives me no great joy … too often it’s a world full of pettiness, hate and divisiveness.

Good things come in small packages.

And then there are small treasures like Parker and Grady and their assorted pals.

This morning I walked outside, grumbling about the snow as I opened the screen door, knowing tonight’s freezing rain and wintry precip event will certainly gum up the roads and the pathway for the short-term. I turned the corner and there was Grady, up on the ledge munching away, while a male and female cardinal were noshing a peanut apiece on the porch. I kicked myself for not having the camera with me.

Yesterday at the Park, two squirrels, running from opposite sides of the trail, collided into each other, sending the smaller one bouncing against my shin. It was like a cartoon scene as if his eyes should be Xs and stars would appear around his head. My sweatpants were heavy so he had a soft cushion, but since he looked a little dazed and confused, I bent down and asked “are you alright?” Five minutes later he was bopping around and eating peanuts.

This past year has been the most fun since I began the blog. I’ve enjoyed sharing my tales from the trail – the critter encounters, especially. I’ve enjoyed interacting with each of you as we’ve laughed at the squirrels’ antics, or oohed and aahed over photos of baby robins when they took their first flight. We’ve smiled at goose drama while hissing and honking at their mate, as well as their fierce love for their young ones. Truthfully, these geese, for all their histrionics, are faithful to their mates for life, and, though their goslings may be bigger than they are, the geese parents protect their offspring against us mere mortals with a fierce love that will stop you in your tracks.

Walking and blogging are the best things I’ve ever done for myself, and, as fellow bloggers, I know you understand that passion … thank you for sharing your passion with me as well.

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Shiver on the River.

Posted on February 10, 2019 by Linda Schaub

Well, I wish I could say I coined this title, but “Shiver on the River” is an annual event held the first Saturday in February here in Southeast Michigan. Its purpose is to lure people to the Detroit River to explore beautiful Belle Isle in the Winter.

I had planned to go to Lake Erie Metropark today, but the weather forecast called for snow and sleet this afternoon and I didn’t want to get caught there if the precip started earlier, so I found a venue closer to home. I set my sights on Bishop Park in Wyandotte, John Dingell Park in Ecorse and then to my regular stomping grounds, Council Point Park, to round out my day. It was not sunny like yesterday and a gray and gloomy sky prevailed.

Bishop Park was my first stop.

I wanted to check out the frozen Detroit River and that sight (above) sure didn’t disappoint.

I worked in downtown Detroit for many years and I must say that I never ventured down to the River’s edge during the Winter. But, even from high up in an office building, the big freeze was impressive.

It was even more impressive at ground level! As I strolled along the boardwalk, I marveled at that bulked-up ice. I’m sure this thick ice formed during our Polar Vortex, and, despite a few balmy days, it has remained rock solid.

There were no seagulls and I have to say that is the first time I’ve been to Bishop Park and not heard the screech of seagulls, who are an integral part of this riverfront. I must admit I kind of missed them. They are always good for a picture as they pose nicely and don’t need treats to entice them to stay put.

Overhead, the Canada geese were buzzing back and forth over Bishop Park. They kept landing in one area, where they congregated and stalked around the pier like they owned the joint, making it virtually impossible for me to pass them.

As a general rule, I usually just sidestep the geese when walking past them, but the cacophony of honks and hisses told me I was not going to venture anywhere near them today. Besides, what if I walked on this scenic pier and they blocked my only way back? It was really cold along the waterfront with the wind clipping along and I would not want to be held hostage by a group of geese, even if they are from Canada like me.

I saw a small break in the ice under the pier and one goose was holding court with the ducks.

With limited places to walk on the boardwalk, I turned around to head back to the car. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a huge dark object in one of the trees in Bishop Park. I figured it was a squirrel’s nest, but then it moved. I put the camera down and took a look with my naked eye and realized it was a bald eagle. I was ecstatic. I took at least a dozen photos of him, trying to get a good profile shot. I got two, including one showing how his feathers were ruffled by that brisk breeze.

John D. Dingell Park was next on my agenda.

I’ve been to this park several times. My first visit was about a year ago after I heard chatter at Council Point Park about how the bald eagles from uninhabited Mud Island fly down from their nests in the tall trees to fish from the ice floes. I went that weekend and yes I saw them. I took some photos from far away, then I returned a few weeks later with binoculars to check the eagles out again. I understand that photographers and birders line up along the pavilion every February, the coldest month of the year and when the ice floes are most prevalent, for a glimpse at these regal birds.

So, on the heels of seeing the eagle at Bishop Park, would I see some eagles sitting on ice floes and dining on fish? I sure hoped so.

As I pulled into the parking lot, I saw the flag at half-staff flapping in the breeze. The flag’s status honors the memory of former Congressman John D. Dingell, who passed away last Thursday at age 92. He was the longest-serving member of Congress (59 years) and represented the district where I live. This park, formerly known as Ecorse Park, bears his name.

I noticed a few people sitting in their cars, binoculars trained on the tall trees at Mud Island, which is just across the channel from this park. However, no photographers or birders were standing there. It was still early though and very cold. I asked a gentleman if any eagles had been sighted and was told there were twelve there yesterday, but none so far today.

I thanked him and went down to the boardwalk to see what was happening on the icy-cold water. Interestingly, the Detroit River is not frozen solid here. That is because the nearby plant churns out a lot of steam and hot liquid runs into the water, keeping it flowing freely, making it a draw for local waterfowl. In the distance, far away from the pavilion, thick ice could be seen, and occasionally thin ice floes would lazily drift by, making tinkling noises, much like ice cubes in a glass. The waterfowl were plentiful and they seemed unfazed by the chunks of ice that floated past them.

The many Mute swans were gorgeous and I looked for the pair of Trumpeter swans which went overhead as I was walking from the car, but couldn’t locate them.

The geese and ducks were skittish while I was around, some of them taking flight as I stood on the pavilion’s overlook area.

I laughed out loud at this pair of geese, where one fractious goose was in hissing mode and didn’t mind his manners with what may have been his mate … what a shame, with this being Valentine’s Day week and all.

There were Canada geese galore, a few herons … all companionably swimming alongside the ducks and swans. It looks like a day at the beach here doesn’t it?

There must have been hundreds of ducks, mostly mallards, but also canvasbacks. I’ve seen photos of canvasbacks on Dingell Park’s Facebook site and had hoped to get a look at some. The males are striking, mostly white plumage with dark markings and a light brown head. I took some photos, but the canvasbacks were grouped together near a faraway ice floe and the pictures were not clear, so I didn’t include them.

There were icy ledges where some of the ducks grouped together. Just looking at them made me cold and I wondered if their webbed feet were warmer on the ice or paddling around in the cold water? Neither of those choices seemed like a good option to me.

Well there were a few bald eagles and they kept their distance from the ice floes, deciding to stay up in the trees. I saw two eagles and they flew to their perches, following one another. When the second eagle joined the first one, it made a loud chirping noise.

In late December I wrote a post about how Harry the Heron showed up every day to fish, and my amazement at seeing the seagulls floating in the Creek like ducks. I learned that the shad were running. Shad are small feeder fish and that’s why the seagulls were buzzing around overhead and sitting on the surface of the Creek.

Well, the shad were running down at the Detroit River as well. I saw geese, herons and ducks grabbing up those wiggly fish and downing them. While the heron usually swallows his fish whole, it’s not such an easy task if you’re a duck.

I watched in amusement as a female mallard grabbed a shad, and tried her best to wrangle that fish to enjoy it while a wistful male mallard looked on. Ask me if she shared her fish with the drake – nope. She twirled that squirming fish this way and that in her bill, and at one time dropped it into the water, but quickly recovered her prize with a look of pure delight. Believe it or not, I came home with about twenty pictures of the ordeal from start to finish and reluctantly winnowed the photos down to seven for this slideshow.

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I left Dingell Park after spending an hour there, and had spent a good hour at Bishop Park too. I was freezing, despite layering up well – my fingers were the worst to be honest.

Last stop – Council Point Park.

I couldn’t resist going to my favorite stomping grounds which is a little over a mile away from Dingell Park. I decided to walk two loops giving me four miles today and feed the squirrels as well, since we have a week of ugly weather ahead. The snow and freezing rain has already begun and we’ll have another round of that wintry precip tomorrow night. Old Man Winter has worn out his welcome with me.

I’ve made this a squirrel-free post, but I do have a tale to tell later about their antics today, which left me smiling and shaking my head.

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Squirrels, sunshine and Saturday bliss.

Posted on February 9, 2019 by Linda Schaub

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We couldn’t have asked for a brighter or more beautiful Saturday, despite the fact that it was only 13 degrees F (-10C) with a “real feel” of -5 degrees F (-20C) and it was windy to boot. I bundled up in multiple layers, and, with a brand-new bag of peanuts in hand, I set out for the Park. I figured that Thursday’s rain and mild temps had wiped out the ¼ inch of ice we got the day before, but I wore my hiking boots anyway and was pleased to find I didn’t need them and I got four miles walked today.

Before I left, I tried to get a photo op with Grady and his friend, but I was surprised they didn’t show up … maybe they sleep in on Saturdays. So much for that idea. No worries … one or both had stopped by, as evidenced by a trail of peanut shells and redskin chaff they left behind.

I drove to Council Point Park to give the car a run and surprisingly the parking lot was empty. No diehard walkers today? So, for the first hour I was there, I had the Park to myself … oh, and about 15 or 20 squirrels too.

Unlike the warmer weather, when Parker meets me in the parking lot, or the beginning of the trail, there was no welcoming committee this morning. I thought to myself “well, you’ve stayed away since last Sunday and they probably thought you abandoned them.”

Well banish that thought as the first furry friend, came bounding over to see me moments later. It was none other than Parker, who planted his little body in front of me and looked up as if to say “so, don’t hold back – where are my peanuts?”

For Parker, it’s peanuts first, THEN a photo op and that’s because I’ve indulged him since day one. But this morning, I got my photo of him taken before he could protest.

Today, there was no carting away of peanuts to hide as he was clearly aware the ground was too frozen to find any long-buried nuts or other treasures squirreled away, long before this deep freeze set in. About the only place the squirrels could hide peanuts now would be in the large area of mulch that is under the playground equipment in the center of the Park. I wonder if any of them thought of that?

I gave Parker his treats and I knew he would be in peanut nirvana. I was carrying a plastic bag on my arm to reach in for peanuts, so I shook it, guaranteed to stir the senses of each and every squirrel who might have missed “The Peanut Lady” as she started on the trail.

I had to laugh, as rattling that bag of peanuts did the trick, and soon at least ten squirrels were beating a path across the soccer field to see me. I now know that squirrels may have better hearing than eyesight.

The bitter cold temperature and a stiff wind made it difficult to dispense peanuts while trying to take pictures. I had on gloves with liners and they kept getting caught in the camera strap, and jockeying around the bag and keeping it away from all the ground-level shots, while feeding my furry friends was difficult. I came home with lots of shots of squirrels missing tails and snouts.

These squirrels were chasing one another in this tall tree, two silhouettes on the bare branches against a flawless blue sky.

They saw me and quickly began their long descent to ground level. Watching them almost made me dizzy as their sharp claws expertly carried them down the bark.

They arrived at the base of the tree, then came racing over as they skidded to a stop and both eyed the pile of nuts placed near my feet. I was hoping for a photo op of the pair cozying up to my boots, but that didn’t happen. They each ate a few nuts, then took a few “to go” … only “to go” didn’t work out so well, when one squirrel tried to bury a peanut …

… and quickly realized the ground was too frozen to do that task. Note the sheepish look on his face, as he wondered if anyone was watching him. Priceless!

These same two squirrels paused a few moments together, and I got this shot.

Then they scurried back up the tree to munch contentedly.

By now, the word was out that I was packing peanuts and every squirrel on site was in close proximity.

It was so quiet at the Park that I could hear those squirrels cracking the peanuts with their teeth. Most of them ate on the ground …

… but others preferred to munch atop a tree branch.

This past two weeks of harsh weather has taken its toll on the Park. Even the bushes that line the perimeter path have been stripped of their bright-colored berries, no doubt by the birds or squirrels foraging for precious morsels of food.

The Creek was frozen over completely, and, unlike last week when a small, ice-free area near the storm drain permitted the mallards to paddle around freely, today the area was barren and completely devoid of any waterfowl. Traces of snow that fell last night stayed on top of some of the icy surface.

I didn’t even see a single bird flitting around the trees. How I wish we could fast forward two months when the call of the Red-Winged Blackbird would echo through the reeds and phragmites, tender green leaves would be unfurling and tendrils of ground cover would slowly be filling in the bare spots beneath the trees and bushes. The ducks would be quacking and the geese would be honking as Spring begins in earnest at Council Point Park.

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Friday Frivolity.

Posted on February 8, 2019 by Linda Schaub

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Mother Nature has been a bit of a drama queen lately.

Perhaps my favorite meteorologist, Paul Gross, said it best in the first line of today’s forecast:

DETROIT – Last night’s cold front sure created some weather whiplash.

He’s right … it has been two weeks of wacky weather where the temps have been up, then down, then up again … just as erratic as the stock market sometimes.

In the span of a couple of days, we have experienced a 70-degree weather turnaround and just last night we dropped 30 degrees in a matter of hours, with howling winds that whooshed like those that whisked Dorothy and Toto to Kansas. We’ve endured snow squalls and freezing rain that coated the trees and non-grassy surfaces resulting in tons of accidents and power outages. And, when nothing has been falling from the sky, the wind was gusting at 30-40 miles per hour. Are you sure you got that forecast right Mr. Groundhog?

I’ve slipped way behind in my walking efforts, just managing one walk on each of the past two weekends and I hope to remedy those statistics tomorrow, although a quick glance at Accuweather online tells me snow will start up in 55 minutes – sigh.

I’m a weather worrier for sure, so I am happy I trekked to Council Point Park last Sunday and fed the furry fellows.

Grab and go and swoop and swipe.

There’s a lot of grabbing and going and swooping and swiping happening in the ‘hood these days. Hanging around the house has enabled me to witness such goings-on. I’ve not been to the Park since last Sunday, due to the wacky weather and Monday I ran errands as I wasn’t sure how long that ice storm would mess up the roads.

I still have my little porch pals, Grady and his friend, who continue to visit daily, and, if I’m not out there early enough to their liking … well, they decide to plant themselves on the porch to wait on me. One day I just know I’ll get a knock on the door wondering where I am. Yup, sometimes they make me feel like a slacker. I usually wait until I’m dressed, except for my coat and boots, before wiggling my hand out the front door to make a “dropping”. If I peer through the peephole before opening the door, (if the screen door isn’t frosted up), I’ll find this dynamic duo pacing on the porch steps. They are wearing the same pained expression that you have, as you keep looking out the door for your pizza delivery guy, imagining him lost in the ‘hood and all that glorious melty cheese dotted with pepperoni just congealing all over the box. Yup, it’s that same look.

I’ll be watching you.

Grady the Gray Squirrel has trained me well … I just put some peanuts on the porch, a couple on the brick ledge outside the front door and another few on the far ledge. Okay, I’m a quick study. I watched you while I was warming up the car in the driveway a weeks ago. I didn’t miss a beat, and neither did you, as you climbed up the wall lickedy-spilt, then danced along the edge with that prized peanut to nosh on it at the other end of the ledge. Now I make a SPD, a/k/a “a secret peanut drop” just for you, because the other squirrel is too fat to climb up there.

So, Grady’s got the world by the tail doesn’t he? He eats his fill on the porch, politely leaves a few peanuts for his pal, then he hones in on the rest of his cache at his leisure. What Grady doesn’t know is that there are others that covet those peanuts, and I might just have to clue him in on what I have observed while hanging around outside the house, rather than pounding the pavement on my walks.

A female cardinal and a blue jay were similarly trolling for peanuts. This morning, as I placed the peanuts on the opposite side of the ledge, the female cardinal hurriedly flew past my head and began a flurry of tweets in the big bush where she has her nest. I guess she was saying “hurry, I’m hungry!” Meanwhile, in my neighbor’s tree, a hungry blue jay, sitting on a tree branch that threatened to topple him in the raucous wind, similarly eyed those peanuts, calling out that well-known and recognizable screech, a noise that the wind carried from his beak to my ears. I moved faster, feeling a little intimidated by these two.

Grady dear – in deference to you, since you’re so darn cute, I put more peanuts out for them and YOU too, because life is tough and “if you snooze, you lose” so don’t forget that!

I know I was cold walking around outside, my hood pulled over my hat and huddled down in my jacket, mittened hands stuffed in my pockets. I was checking for missing shingles and looking for trouble, but not wanting to find any. Nothing was amiss, despite a noise that woke me up from that wind. I was mindful of those poor birds braving the elements with just their feathers to protect them, so yes, I dug a little deeper into my coat pocket to retrieve the Ziploc bag of peanuts and gifted everyone … a round of peanuts for all!

I left bread for the birds last week during the Polar Vortex. I always have a package of tortillas on hand in case I run out of bread – they have a very long shelf life. Well I didn’t run out of bread but the tortillas were past the expiration date, but still okay, so I tore them up for the birds because I pitied them during the Polar Vortex. Every morning I could hear sparrows huddled together on the back window ledges, their faint tweets in the still early morn– well, my heart just melted. One small problem though. Those tortilla tidbits froze to the snow as soon as I scattered them and they were so pale laying on the snow and snow-laden bushes, no birds discovered them. I don’t blame them – obviously they would like rustic bread, preferably a darker type, like pumpernickel, that they can see in the snow. I have to find a new kind of bread myself because Meijer grocery store no longer carries my favorite “Dave’s Killer Bread” and all other rustic-type breads just pale in comparison to it.

So the birds ignored the tortilla tidbits and I grumbled every time I saw it, as I figured I’d have to scoop it up come Spring, but alas, when the snow melted, the squirrels ate it. Thanks guys!

I’ll leave you with this quote: “All life has just one home, the earth, and we as the dominant species must take care of it.” – Dr. D.D. Sheldrick

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Mid-day meandering with the munchkins.

Posted on February 3, 2019 by Linda Schaub

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I was determined to get down to Council Point Park today, so I waited until 1:00 p.m. to ensure the bulk of the icy patches on the sidewalks and streets had melted. I looked outside, just prior to suiting up, and there was still some ice, slushy snow and a whole lot of puddles. I was a wee bit nervous about that ice, so I laced up my lug-soled hiking boots …

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… and just put on my big-girl panties (photo omitted) and decided I could make it to the Park without wiping out. I opened a fresh bag of peanuts and took the entire bag with me to pacify my furry pals.

Unbelievably, the weather has really relaxed and it was a balmy 50 degrees F (10 C). I was ecstatic that the temps warmed up enough to begin our snow and ice meltdown, as it has been one long week, which began with the plumbing debacle and the snow that was falling that night, and kept escalating with the snow, ice and Polar Vortex. All week I was worrying about my furry fellows at the Park and how they would get nourishment because, between the brutal air and wind-chill temps, coupled with almost 6 inches (15 cm) of snow, then ice, it was a sure bet that they were not digging up their long-buried peanuts anytime soon. There is nothing left at this venue to forage – so what’s a squirrel to do? If I could have convinced them to come to my house ‘cuz the eatin’s good, I would have, and they could have joined Grady and his pal on the porch, (even though Grady would claim dibs on the brick ledge).

Slip-slidin’ away.

While this may be an awesome Paul Simon tune, it’s not so awesome when slick patches and big puddles hinder your steps, so I quickly switched to walking in the street, where the ice patches were few and far between, and I only had to deal with potholes and a handful of drivers.

I wasn’t even to the cross street when I realized I was overdressed, since, by force of habit, I donned the same amount of layers before heading out. First the coat zipper came down a smidge, and by the next block, I unzipped it all the way and flung my coat open, like it was Spring or something. Ah – much better. I’d have taken off the hat too, but the SW wind was kicking in at about 14 mph so it stayed put.

Water gushed and gurgled through every sewer grate I passed as the melting snow could have resembled a time-lapse photo had I stayed there long enough to capture those images. Actually, I was not in any great hurry, despite the late hour of my departure, yet I arrived at the Park in my usual twenty minutes. I gave a cursory glance around to find my pal Parker but didn’t see him. I hoped the squirrels had not already returned to their nests for the day. They are usually more active in the morning hours.

There were just a few cars in the lot and the icy patches were easy enough to navigate around. The test would come once I landed on the perimeter path, because it is never shoveled, brushed or salted – in essence, it is usually an icy/dicey mess and you’re better off walking alongside the path on the grass. I quickly saw today would be that way.

Yup, the trail was tricky.

As I eased along, the perimeter path was a conglomeration of ice, slush and huge puddles and the ground was saturated with water and mud. I wondered just how long I’d have to wait for my little buddies to emerge at ground level. Did I need to shake my bag to announce myself, or was my presence good enough?

My passel of peanut pals did not disappoint and soon I was doling out peanuts to eager and hungry takers and counting noses, including Parker’s, as they danced around my feet. They got their peanuts and began munching happily.

I gave them a lot of extra peanuts because they ate them right on the spot, though a few of them scurried up to a tree branch to munch, but quickly descended again and came back for a second helping.

As I meandered along, I noticed the Creek was still frozen over in most places.

It appears the mallards had stayed under the storm drain during the bitter cold, because there was no ice there and a few mallards paddled from underneath that half-moon drain out into the open water.

The rest walked on the icy Creek surface.

I would have walked another loop, which is one mile, but I really had to be wary of the ice, so decided to just head for home instead. I made a couple of pit stops before departing and spread out peanuts on the picnic table …

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… then dumped out the rest of my bag into the water fountain bowl.

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It was a short walk for a weekend, but I aired my brain out and got some steps in, but, truthfully, this trek was really more about them than me.

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Fur-get about it!

Posted on February 2, 2019 by Linda Schaub

A long Winter that is.

The word is out and it’s official. This wintry season is simply not going to hang around as long this year. Whew! That sure is a relief, because Winter wore out its welcome in 2018 when the cold, snow and ice were still around in early April.

Now that the Polar Vortex is in the rear view mirror, the sun is getting up earlier and going to bed later, the temps almost feel tropical – what more could we ask for here in Southeast Michigan?

I was overjoyed to hear the world’s most-famous groundhog, Punxsutawney Phil, proclaimed Winter would be short and sweet since he didn’t see his shadow – yay Phil!

More importantly, the ultimate weather authority, a/k/a Woody, is Michigan’s resident woodchuck weather prognosticator, and she made the same prediction this morning at the Howell Nature Center. Everyone in Michigan knows that Woody has a better track record than Phil … girls rule sometimes – sorry Phil!

It’s been a very long week of weather worries and woes and that was the best news I’ve heard in a long time! (By the way, the real meteorologists say Winter won’t linger and Spring will arrive earlier too.)

As for the here and now, well I did not make my trek to the Park this morning. While I am worried about my furry pals down there, and their inability to dig in the frozen ground to find their stash of peanuts, the streets and sidewalks were a little too slick to walk that mile each way and feel comfortable doing so, even in lug-soled hiking boots. I didn’t want to drive either, as our street was still slick from Monday’s snowstorm, then freezing rain – they couldn’t salt due to the extremely low temps. For walking and driving purposes, it really wasn’t the snow that was so bad; it was the freezing rain that put a glaze on everything after the snowfall Monday. I plan to get to the Park tomorrow – the temperature will be warmer mid-day for sure and hopefully the squirrels have not retired to their respective nests for the day.

Meanwhile, Grady is getting as spoiled as Parker. I dropped a pile of peanuts under the front porch door stoop before I went to run the car and most were split open and shells littered about once I got outside. Were there two visitors or one? I know that for the second day in a row, Grady was standing in the snow looking up at the ledge wistfully. He cannot walk across the brick ledge anymore as there are piles of snow capped with ice. I tried to brush them off with a broom, but they are frozen solid. I told my tiny pal that my arms aren’t long enough to stretch to the other side of the house when I lean out the front door to deliver peanuts, so he has to be patient until I get outside.

Thursday morning I took a cup of steaming hot water outside with me to thaw out the pile of peanuts that had frozen solid after the freezing rain glommed them onto the brick ledge. I pried them off and laid the “peanutsicle” on top of a bush. But the next morning I discovered Grady chewed them up – ice and all. I hope he didn’t break his teeth. So, I tossed that hot water into the air and watched it turn into ice crystals, just like thousands of people did at the height of the Polar Vortex, only they posted a video of them doing that to social media.

Hopefully no one is watching me chatting with Grady who is actually concealed behind the bush, and not seen from the street, as he waits patiently for me to deliver his peanuts to the ledge. Then he will scramble up the bricks to retrieve and eat them. Hmm – do the neighbors think I’m talking to myself? I do that sometimes, but then again … don’t we all? Perhaps I need to go back to tying the bandana across my mouth and I can chatter away all I want without my credibility being questioned, not that I care. Ah well … sometimes it’s nice to march to the beat of a different drum as it keeps life from being too staid and boring.

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We were colder than Mars today!

Posted on January 30, 2019 by Linda Schaub

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The weather forecasters and social media have been inundating us with factoids …

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… and funny memes about this spate of ugly Winter weather here in the Midwest.

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Since Monday’s snowstorm is in the rear view mirror now, everyone is focused on “The Big Chill” and, of all the facts and figures I’ve heard about our weather, the biggest giggle was discovering we were colder than Mars today. Our temps have even dipped lower than the Arctic Circle. Yikes! Michigan made the national news today because Hell froze over – oh yes it did. The temps fell to -12 F (-24 C) in Hell, Michigan, which is a town about 50 miles from where I live. So, you can no longer use the expression about “when Hell freezes over” …. because it has now happened.

Many Michiganders stayed home today. No, it wasn’t the blue flu. Or the regular flu. It was because schools and organizations by the score elected to close down Monday afternoon for the snowstorm. Those closures snowballed, (if you’ll pardon the pun), into a massive shutdown due to freezing rain after the storm, black ice Tuesday and then the Polar Vortex that has swept across the U.S. bringing a brutally cold Canadian air mass. Thanks a lot Canada.

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It’s a sure bet those folks aren’t spending their day enjoying “Pure Michigan” … most people are hunkered down inside and looking out. I for one am glad to work from home and not have to deal with the bus commute. I had way too many of those trips in and out of the City of Detroit in extreme cold or blizzard conditions. I’ve paid my dues, so I’m glad to be home working in my PJs and bunny slippers.

And just who are some of those folks sipping hot chocolate and taking naps on the couch? They include students from elementary school all the way to university level and their teachers/professors and the schools’ administrative staff members. Some of the universities were reluctant to close Monday, knowing full well this Polar Vortex coming down the pipeline might necessitate even more days off. But the students had a rebellion – no, they didn’t protest in front of Old Main on Wayne State University’s campus … they took to Twitter and other social media and shamed WSU into closing down due to the snow and the Polar Vortex, which was already on the way.

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Back when your roving reporter was at Wayne State University, we closed one day for the Blizzard of ’78 … one little old day, and we waited for the school to announce it on the AM all-news radio station. It was quite the event … a university closing down for the weather. After all, we weren’t little kids – we knew how to bundle up and walk, heads bent down against the wind, as we trudged from class to class.

Fast forward 41 years.

Our new governor defined our cold spell as “generational” and called for all State agencies to be shut down during the snow storm and brutally cold weather days. All non-essential workers were sent home … you are familiar with the term “non-essential workers” of course from the recent federal government shutdown. With a snowstorm and impending “Big Chill” are you happy or sad to know your job and yourself are “non-essential” … talk about wounding the ego and bursting your bubble of importance!

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The list of cancelled activities and closures rambles on and on – the polar bears may be lovin’ this weather, but if you wanted to watch them cavort in their habitat, better make it another day as the Detroit Zoo was closed today.

The U.S. Postal Service, which features the motto “neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds” got an asterisk to that motto when Michigan, as well as ten other states, kept their mail carriers at home, saving them traipsing in sub-zero temps today and tomorrow as well.

As the list grew, I wondered why the traffic reporters were still listing the accidents because who could have been left driving on the roads for goodness sake?

The Trudge Report.

The bright blue sky belied what the real deal was … at a glance, it looked beautiful outside, but the reality was horrid: it was -6 F (-21 C) and a real feel of -34 F (-36 C) when I suited up to go run the car. Because the news suggested covering your mouth to avoid damaging your lungs from the extreme cold air, I went outside sporting a bandana that had me looking a little like a cowboy fresh from a long, dusty ride on his horse through the sagebrush in the wild, wild West.

Plumes were drifting out of almost every chimney on the block, occasionally casting curling shadows on the bright-white snow.

I checked for icicles – none – yeah!

I checked if the snow was still on the roof – yes – yeah! I just discovered yesterday that means your attic insulation is good if the snow hasn’t melted.

I heard a blue jay calling in the distance, perhaps hopeful I’d share some peanuts with him. I had taken some extra peanuts out with me, so I yanked them from my pocket and wiggled the bag. But that action did not have the same Pavlovian effect that it does with the squirrels who come bounding over … that blue jay remained elusive. Momentarily I thought of Parker and his friends and how they would love if I suddenly appeared and jiggled the bag of peanuts, but I reminded myself they were likely huddled in their nests and not down at ground level due to the snow and the cold. I also wondered what happened to my blue jay from last year. The endless snow shoveling the Winter of 2017-2018 found me outside nearly every morning. I would share a few peanuts, which I propped up in the snow on top of a flat Boxwood bush, with a blue jay who was willing to fly down from his high perch and grab them … just as soon as I turned my back. I’d check back before I came into the house and the peanuts were gone. Eventually he tired of our ritual – I continued putting out peanuts, but maybe someone was offering better treats and he didn’t return.

The sparrows were huddled close together on the window ledge, not even taking flight when they saw me. Tomorrow I’ll take some stale bread which I intended to take to the Park birds on Sunday – I’ll place it on top of the bush for them to see like I did with the blue jay.

Happily the car engine turned over thanks to the trickle charger – it has been plugged in continuously when the car is not in use since October of 2015. I still run it every day in the cold weather, even if I don’t take it out of the garage.

Feasting, but not foraging for frozen goodies …

I inspected the porch and found that the peanuts I tossed out before I took 12 minutes to finish getting my outerwear and boots on, were gone, yet, I looked up in the trees, scanning for squirrels (and hawks), but saw none of my furry friends jumping from branch to branch, or running on the utility wires. That small pile of shells and some redskin chaff from the peanuts told me my furry pals were indeed there – might as well eat them as there’s no use hiding those peanuts as the ground is frozen solid. Good going guys.

Since I was out there running the car for about 20 minutes, I put more peanuts out. Grady was no doubt perplexed, because the peanuts placed on the ledge in two places on Monday morning got zapped with the post-snowstorm freezing rain that arrived after dark. He didn’t return and the snow began in earnest, then the wintry precip. So, that my dear Grady is what you call a “peanutsicle” … a mass of peanuts encased in ice. Just as I had to chip the ice off the mailbox which had sealed shut, I likewise had to pry those peanuts from the ledge. I laid them on some bushes and tomorrow I’ll bring a cup of hot water with me and try to de-ice those peanuts. I’ll bet Grady looked at them longingly thinking “Linda – take them apart so I can eat them please!” Frankly I was surprised Grady (and maybe his pal – I didn’t see either of them) showed up. I’d have stayed tucked in the warm nest, but you know how it is when your stomach growls. What Grady really needed was someone to toss a Snickers bar up to the nest so he didn’t need to venture out.

So, I got to wondering if we were hardier kids back in the day.

On Monday, lots of schools were closed – not just elementary and secondary schools, but some colleges and universities as well. My first thought was “really?!” OK, the kids that are bussed to school or have long walks maybe I can see it, but we walked to elementary school with no angst about those snowy morns. However, trending on Twitter was one local school, Wayne State University, my alma mater. They were holding out shutting the school while snow swirled and whipped around WSU’s campus. Soon students converged on Twitter, trying to shame WSU into closing due to the snow and impending cold, disparaging them for staying open. WSU caved and became one of the 800 schools in Michigan that have been closed since Monday afternoon.

I wandered over to Facebook late on Monday and chatted with my friend Cheryl – we were both attending WSU when the Blizzard of 1978 closed school for a day. It was unprecedented back in those days and we were both grateful to be spared the long and snowy commute. So, that raised the question of just how hardy we were back in the day, as teens walking to junior high and the high school.

The junior high and high school were right next to one another, and were a nearly 1 ½ mile trek each way. I walked every day, except the occasional times, when the neighbor across the street would fire up the old station wagon to take her two high school-aged boys to school. She and my mom were best friends, but she never called on ugly Winter mornings and asked “would Linda like a ride?” My mom, feeling that lack of invitation was a little unjust, would park herself behind the living room curtains and I’d stand in the cellarway with my hand on the door knob, ready to bolt out the door, once her station wagon was sufficiently warmed up and the boys came out of the house. As she pulled out of the snowy driveway, it was my turn to leave the house and see her “unexpectedly” pulling into the street. If my timing was impeccable, she’d roll down the window and say “would you like a ride Linda?” And I’d feign surprise and say “oh, that would be great – thank you for asking me.” So, yes, I was spared a snowy trek but those times were few and far between, because kids in those days were considered young and healthy and that 3-mile round trip was good exercise.

Then I decided to tread back in time a little further …

Well we were exemplary teens braving the elements to walk to school where we never had school cancelled due to snow or cold, nor a stifling hot June spent in a classroom with not so much as a fan nor a window cracked open … I began to wonder what happened back when I was a wee nipper and in elementary school?

I went directly to the source, the Facebook site for all kids who attended E.A. Orr Public School, an elementary school in Oakville, Ontario that I had attended from 1961-1966.

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I wondered if my former peers remembered trudging to school on those cold and snowy Winter days without ever getting a snow day. I posed this question to the alumni of that group that I discovered four years ago:

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Well, then a lively discussion ensued which yielded 14 comments which branched out into multiple comments about how we went to school in snow and cold and only one person recalled a snow day where E.A. Orr closed down, but it was after I departed. Those 14 comments about what brave souls we were venturing forth on our own, eventually dwindled into a lot of side conversations wherein we girls stepped back in time and chatted about jumping rope and playing “elastics” (Chinese jump rope as it is known in the U.S.), our Beatles buttons we proudly pinned to our coat lapels and other girl stuff circa 1964, give or take a year. Didn’t our parents worry about us? No, we trundled along, just a group of neighborhood kids, and our classmates joined us along the way, similarly bundled up in snow pants stuffed into our brown overshoes, mufflers masking our faces, mittens clasping books or homework assignments – no backpacks back in those days. Our heavy parkas featured fur-trimmed hoods pulled snugly over our woolen toques with their fuzzy pompoms. We arrived at school where our principal, Mr. Buckley, greeted us, and we were bright-eyed, pink-cheeked and ready to sing “God Save the Queen” and learn the Three Rs, but first we had to peel off those layers of clothing.

This scenario was repeated over and over all through the cold snowy Canadian Winter – not just for school, but for skating, tobogganing and building snow forts. So, did we have maple syrup running in our veins or perhaps we were just oblivious to the elements back then?

Or maybe the memories fade and tarnish a little through the years, eh?

How low can you go?

No, it’s not a reference to Chubby Checker’s dance “The Limbo” … it is the question asked to Mother Nature. Here in Michigan we will dip to -16 F (-26 C) and -40 F (-40 C) … -40 is a magical temperature … the same in Fahrenheit as Celsius.

Not to worry, we will do a rapid turnabout and enjoy temps in the 50s come Monday – break out the shorts and flip flops!

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Meanwhile the endless trickle of water in the nearby sink keeps making my eyes get heavy while proofreading this very long post. The corner cabinet creaks and groans, reminding me that it needs a good coat of furniture polish. And the frost quakes, those little burst of energy that occur when ice suddenly expands, and creates big booms around the house, have startled me out of this trance to my childhood and teenaged years more than once while compiling this tale.

[Images from Twitter, Click on Detroit and header image by Couleur from Pixabay]