Second walk - brrrrr!

DH headed off to the gym and the pups and I headed out for one more walk.

We all sniffled on our way down the side streets to the light on Main Street. We thought it might be impossible to cross without help.

Three dogs in one backyard greeted us, er, warned us away. One had the body of a Great Pyrenees with the head of an Australian sheep dog (really? What were they thinking?), the medium-sized one was a mutt of some sort, and the yippy one was a terrier (or terror, depending on your view of yip-dogs).  They live across from our elementary school. I am sure there is mutual harassment as the children come and go.

The rose bushes at the master garden had been heavily trimmed and were coated with ice.

We used the light and moved quickly into the cemetery, a quiet place to walk. The trees snapped with a thicker coating of ice than we noted this morning. The mist we experienced must have been continuing for much of the day, freezing on the elevated plants and trees. Radar has not not been showing the precipitation, but it has been gently falling all along.

We stopped at an angel. 

As we turned for home we noticed the grave of a boy who died at the age of 6 - in 1971. Someone brings new toys as there were two big metal toy trucks resting there. The fresh paint and lack of rust gave witness to the continued care.

We took a chance and tried the school cross-walk to reach our neighborhood and the traffic cooperated. Our new "friends," the three odd pups sang us down the street. We could see the puffs of our breath in the cold air.  And we were just short of the house when public service vehicle sirens of all kinds and from all over town wailed, sounds that mean a fire or wreck or some other emergency has occurred nearby.

As we entered our warm house I thought of those with no warm place to take shelter and those out working in this weather and whispered a quick prayer.

The chill is almost off of my cheeks. The pups are quiet. I have a cat snuggling in my lap and periodically resting his head on the computer (I have had to rewrite a few lines). And as I looked at the photos I realized the message had come from that little angel - endlessly praying in the cold.

Ice drips from this sweet faced statue.

Stay safe, stay warm. Take good care friends.