Geese

After a mammoth trip to the recycling with garden clippings, I was back at it late afternoon. And there were the geese away overhead, honking their way south. My dad always used to shout us out to the garden to see them at this time of year when he heard them passing. That's them away for the winter, he’d say, and we’d look up at them departing and feel the chill of the coming long dark season. Time to finish tidying the garden and coorie in.