Always there is part of me that wants to jump up and follow the migrating birds. The other part of me knows they start the weather changing and I get very busy storing my acorns. Well written Michelle😃
Great story Michelle, so visual! The geese started here a couple of weeks ago...early everyone says so we're probably looking at early winter. The water situation here is the same...back to micro showers and bucket-baths.
I hear Judy Collins voice singing... "Across the evening sky, all the birds are leaving
But how can they know it's time for them to go?" Your essay is achingly lovely, just like this song. Thanks, Michelle, for another glimpse of your beautiful soul.
Wow! I lived for many years in Montreal, Canada, and we would watch those geese, your geese move across the skies - and wait for them to come back at the end of winter. I never thought about them in this way. Very moving.
Another great story Michelle thank you 🙏
A great story Michelle. Thank you.
Always there is part of me that wants to jump up and follow the migrating birds. The other part of me knows they start the weather changing and I get very busy storing my acorns. Well written Michelle😃
Beautiful Michelle!Thankyou❤️
Great story Michelle, so visual! The geese started here a couple of weeks ago...early everyone says so we're probably looking at early winter. The water situation here is the same...back to micro showers and bucket-baths.
Great story and visuals...love the Geese on a tin roof - Chevron flight is one of those mystic forms - always gets me. Great writing!!
So beautiful, happy fall!
I hear Judy Collins voice singing... "Across the evening sky, all the birds are leaving
But how can they know it's time for them to go?" Your essay is achingly lovely, just like this song. Thanks, Michelle, for another glimpse of your beautiful soul.
Love it
I love this story Michelle. The turkey vultures are beginning to gather also. I love fall!!
Very Lovely - my dear.
Wow! I lived for many years in Montreal, Canada, and we would watch those geese, your geese move across the skies - and wait for them to come back at the end of winter. I never thought about them in this way. Very moving.