As Munchie & I stood outside the barn door this morning, we saw what looked like hundreds of geese flying low overhead.
“No!” I yelled at them, “You’re flying the wrong way! It’s October, turn around!”
(They were flying north.)
Driving the truck north down the road later this morning, in the rain, I saw where they were headed. To partake of the leftovers of our corn fields. Duh.
“Of course, fall isn’t just about preparing for winter. It’s also about sitting on the patio in a worn wool sweater and warming your hands over the swirl of steam rising from a coffee cup. It’s about walking across a darkened yard and seeing a flight of geese cross the face of a full moon. It’s about settling in, relishing sights and sensations of a world slowing down.” ~~Brent Olson