Marking Seasons

Marking seasons is by far my favorite past time. Finding new ways to tell myself we have moved on and have a new vision out the westward facing window. Spring brings the colors to announce summer. My view is a field that hosts new spring green grass, and my mind starts to wander with colors and feelings. My emotions are very wrapped up in colors and seasons. My senses breathe in all the seasons offer, but my mind tells me these things in colors.
Lately my view is of geese. Not a few, or even what some would call a gaggle, but hundreds of geese. They make the most amazing sounds as they sit and talk their goose language. Maybe telling each other of the coming winter, predicting the severity of the winter storms, or the mildness of a winter in the pacific northwest. Or maybe they compose a goose musical piece to be sung as they fly south. I can only listen with human ears to their chattering and wonder. I love to hear them. The fall usually brings the gloom of short days and dark weather but they don't seem to be caught up in it. They bring a melody as I sit and work quietly. And just as I have been pulled into their noise something breaks it and they all take flight, loudly singing their disapproval. The sounds of the geese brings on colors of browns and golds and greens. Fall is beautiful and I'm thankful for the geese who bring it each year.