Goose XING

In this town we know that geese are people too.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Something Whispered Snow

Something told the wild geese

It was time to go

Though the fields lay golden

Something whispered "snow"

As a first grader, I learned this Rachel Fields poem. I think of it every Fall.

 It came back to me in September as I walked through this not quite golden field, under a stormy sky that shouted "rain." This is a 5 x 7 card.

Geese Family

Mother and Father Goose guiding the little ones on a beautiful blue pond