The sun is shining. The sky is that clear honest blue of cold weather. The tree leaves are turning brown and yellow and red. It smells of burnt wood from a neighbor's fireplace and fallen leaves. Squash beetles are climbing in droves along the back of the house seeking out cracks to get through the winter. (I have to spray.) The geese are here. They came in on the first day of Fall, honking and whirring wings and splashes onto the lake at precisely 10 a.m. This is the fourth year in a row they have arrived. They come. The talk. They eat. They rest and within an hour they fly off. Until tomorrow when they come back at ten a.m.
Do you think they are the same geese returning every day or are we on the flight path and seeing new geese every day? Hmm, I wonder.
Hope your day is lovely! Cheers~