How’s the weather been in your neck of the woods? Ours has been crazy.
Saturday it snowed. Just a titch. Maybe a couple of inches. Then it turned to rain. And it got cold so everything was a wee bit icy.
Sunday it got warm and all the snow and ice melted and was absorbed into the ground, leaving everything dry.
Yesterday it was windy and cold. Oh so cold.
It wasn’t too bad in the morning, we managed to get our walk in and the only really cold bits of me were my face and my hands. Seriously, if any of you know of a good pair of gloves that will withstand a chomping, drooling lab, please link to it in the comments.
Yesterday afternoon when I went home at lunch to walk the dogs, the wind had really picked up.
One of my Christmas lamp posts had been blown over.
Rather than risk it falling over again, I simply left it there.
I threw on some snow pants, my down jacket and my boots, got the dogs ready and gathered my gear and we took off for a walk.
Sampson headed straight for the woods.
I love the woods, I really do. But I’m a little leery when it comes to walking in the woods during high winds. In the past we’ve had some storms that weakened trees and branches and it seems like every time we have a storm with wind, more trees/branches come down.
The trees are left where they fall.
The rising sun only adds to the beauty.
I get that, it’s nature. I’m just worried that some might come down on me or the dogs.
Picture it. Delilah is running willy nilly through the neighborhood, looking for open doors, open garages, garbage cans. Sampson is scouting the streets, homes and cars parked on the side of the road for people. Anybody that might give him some attention or some rubies. Meanwhile, I’m lying on my back in the woods with a tree across my chest, gasping my last breath.
Thankfully we made it through the woods without any branches or trees falling on anyone, but when we got home Sampson was a titch (GAWD I love that word) clingy. As I got all the gear off the dogs and myself, I listened to the wind whistle around the house.
Sampson despite having come back from a 35 minute walk went to the back door. He checked out the yard and all around the house.
I’m pretty certain it was the wind that was disturbing him. Have you ever heard wind where it sounded like there were voices on it? I swear there were a couple of times I could have sworn someone was out there.
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