Discover how uncanny the call of a flock of migrating flying geese signals not only seasonal but personal change.
Each year around this time, I’m reminded to listen more carefully to the sounds about me. Initially, it might be a lone call or even two, but the defining moment comes when overhead I hear the honking of a flock of migrating geese.
Here in Wisconsin, millions of geese migrate south to warmer venues, while at the same time, signaling the changing of the seasons from fall to winter.
Visit: Horicon Marsh
It is also a tell-tale sign of kids going back to school, back to college, my husband back to teaching. And, for me, a transition from having a house filled with non-stop activity to days filled with quiet.
I’m not sure if I’m ever ready for this moment. For me it’s a melancholy feeling that time is fleeting and my family is growing up and further away from the familiar sounds and activities I once knew.
Even so, it’s also a reminder that with winter coming soon, so I can’t be idle when there’s things I need to do before the first snowflake falls like:
• flower gardens that need to be weeded and dead brush removed
• my garage has to be rearranged, so that winter shovels and snow blower is accessible
• my lawn furniture needs to be brought in and stored until spring
• my summer things need to be organized and stored away
• my spice drawer and pantry need to be restocked for holiday baking
…and the list goes on.
Still, there’s dinner to make and I’m thinking I might make some homemade Chicken Potpie tonight.
Recipe: Chicken Potpie
In the meantime, I think I’ll take my cup of coffee outside and enjoy the lack of mosquitoes and the little bit of coolness that greets me. And, for the moment, there’s no sign of geese leaving just yet. Maybe summer might just hang around for just a little while longer here in the midwest. One can only wish. ~DLM