Split decision

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.

Fallow time

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.

Quite an imposing marker

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.

Cold as ice

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.

Can’t mistake a January sky

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?

No outdoor hoops today

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?

Mid-January neighborhood signs

Not just in our backyard. A retirement month stroll around our neighborhood blocks allows me to leisurely take notice of greens, browns, grays and yellows It’s all right for this month in my part of the world.

Our lake view in December can feel gray

Weather can change on a dime in December. My dear wife Karen and I took with with cherished rescue mutt Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle on a sunny afternoon, we thought. Minutes later we took in our lake view just a short bit down our block. Yes we must get back to the house. By…