Geese flock overhead as I type. Their wings move in a graceful tip of the hat kind of way as they honk. I pretend it's their way of letting me know they're leaving. A friend told me recently that Fall is the season of surrender and letting go. How appropriate.
Every year I try to convince the geese not to leave and thereby hold off old man winter. They never listen!
ReplyDeleteBut we love it when the geese arrive around here! I never think much about their going...
ReplyDeleteI am always so grateful for autumn (and every other season too).
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