As I walked, making those three miles on my Fitbit, I noticed a lot of wrapped fragile plants. Folks used burlap coffee bean bags, black plastic trash bags and sheets. Under one sheet I could see brightly shining holiday lights.
At the front door of a handsome stone house, there were large black quilts covering plants/bushes on either side of the door. Almost looked like totem figures guarding the entrance. I took a photograph of these quilt-covered bushes just as the gentleman of the house opened his front door. He was so intent on his iPhone that he never saw me as I departed quickly from his gate and headed up the block. I was hoping to take a second shot that included the entirety of the covered bush on the right. Not to be with having a conversation with the home owner.
BTW, I walked by a small stucco house with a very wide grand set of stairs. What an entrance. Who planned and built this house?