It's been warm recently, and muggy as well, as summer has ignored the start of the school year and held on. This morning, however, it is clear that the forces of autumn are about.
As Bermondsey and I walked around the block, the sun was only about ten degrees above the horizon, and the wet ground began giving up its moisture from last night's rain. The sky was clear blue, with only the smallest of fluffy white clouds, yet below the branches of the trees a rising mist blanketed the ground.
Canadian geese are crossing the skies southward, honking and flocking--they are only in twos and threes, but the migration is beginning. With the sun so low in the sky, the undersides of their wings are illuminated, flashing black and gold with each beat. The ivy and sumac are starting to flush crimson. Autumn is on its way.
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BOOOO! More spam! I miss the fall where the geese migrate! Here, they stay. All. Winter. Lots of goose poop to navigate on walks with O.
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