Friday night after work I stood in my garden, barefoot, watering my seedlings and encouraging them to grow. From overhead I heard the familiar honking I used to hear in my old home, which was in the flight path of migrating geese. How I miss hearing them call to each other from overhead! I looked up in time to see two V's of migrating geese flying over, veering as is they especially wanted to go over my yard. I smiled and laffed, put my hands in the air and waved, calling back "hello - thank you for coming by to visit!"
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