September 1

I heard the geese this morning. It made me wonder if they keep a calendar. September 1. Time to move. Check it off the "To DO" list. The geese calling as they fly over make me homesick for some place I've never been. It is a calling for home; well-stacked wood pile, harvested gardens, flower beds covered for winter, storm windows in place, books stacked by the fireplace and a well-stocked wine rack. Autumn is waiting right outside my village.

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