Making room. It sure does seem, I think during my retirement month stroll, that this obviously been-there, done-that tree has found its own place for the wires that run through it.

Resting mode. From my neighborhood walks in spring, summer and even fall, I have no doubt that this suburban front yard garden can return with some oomph when the months march past with me.

On guard. So not everybody in the neighborhood follows the instructions to put these new big garbage and recycling containers out the night before collection and wheel them back in after they’re emptied, I notice on my retirement month stroll.

Careful on the corners … Walking the neighborhood blocks during my retirement month can lead to some slippery discoveries even when the lawns are bare. When the temperatures fall below freezing, puddles, they do go icy.

Toward the lake from the next block over. As I walk just because I want to walk during my retirement month, I decide that there’s something about a January sky that is unmistakeable. Perhaps the chill nipping at my cheeks and fingers has something to do with my mind set?

Arms out wide. This stately tree takes up a whole lawn and then some in its winter repose I note during my relaxing retirement month stroll.

Not the current jam. My retirement month neighborhood stroll discovers an outdoor basketball game gone sideways. Can’t say I blame the players for deciding January is a month for other pursuits. Or maybe the wind made the decision for them?