Anchoring the holidays

Color coordinated. Cheers to the folks at the Onondaga Yacht Club for the green-and-red choice for their lawn anchors at this time of year, retired-guy I notes on a photo-taking stroll.

Lighten Up

Another year to celebrate. Retired-guy-I decided that just because I no longer work at the library, a mere break stroll away from the extravaganza that is Lights on the Lake, you can’t get a glimpse of what I can find walking up close to a few displays. A different shade. I discovered a few old…

Happy Thanksgiving to all

The rise and the fall. As my dear wife Karen and I walked through the back room of Ontario Orchards, I thought that these many, many scarecrow dolls looked right at home together. Pyramid of fall dolls. My mind went to: More. They found their place. I hope everybody is gathering with family or friends…

Just like mom and dad

Feeling protected. Our cherished rescue mutt’s routine visit to her vet’s office included a couple of important vaccinations. It made both of us smile when she returned from the back room procedure with a bright red bandage around the shot location. Yes, Ellie and I discussed, it looked a lot like the bandages that my…

Ready for the deep freeze again

Hello, newbie. Something smelled in the basement. My dear wife Karen looked here and there thinking a small creature has suffered an ill fate. But no. Then she noticed the power strip leading to our chest freezer’s little light was off. And she opened the lid to warm and oh-that-odor. Flipping the switch got it…

Tree note

And I thank you. I’m glad to see the stubborn ones clinging to their fall colors while others are bare, waiting for what will come, beckoning for the next month.

Hanging on

Yes, still. One never knows what one will discover hanging on during a it’s-still-November neighborhood stroll these days.

Red, discovered

Late color. A brisk mid-November neighborhood stroll with out cherished rescue mutt brings a pleasant and surprising eye full of stubborn seasonal red.

They did get that check

The stakes are high. If you want us to come plow your driveway again this winter, the letter said a while ago, send us a check for the season and we’ll come every time the white stuff lands at least 3 inches deep. Yes, thank you, I said with my signature. I knew they were…

Leaving a November sunrise

Good morning. Now that standard time has come back into our lives and it’s not yet marching toward the solstice of latter December, my early rising can once again allow me to say hello to the day’s first sun rays over our backyard. I note that a mow with the catcher attached will gather those…