This past Friday I saw a flock of geese flying south at sunset. It was a beautiful sight with their stark arrow of bodies silhouetted against the glowing end of the day. Sheer poetry it was.
Then I realized its July 18, I'm wearing a sweatshirt and have been wearing it most of the day while harvesting...and the geese are flying south. Not a huge flock, mind you, but a flock nonetheless. Huh. I'm sure it was just a fluke, that they were simply moving to a pond for the night. But regardless, it did make me pause.
July 18.
Sweatshirt.
Geese flying south.
Huh.
3 comments:
I see your "huh" and raised you a puzzled head-scratch.
darn strange.
And I'm canning peaches ...... and I'm not sweating. Not even a hot flash. Doesn't seem like July!
Ruh roh. Could this mean a really early winter?
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