i can hear them, their typical croaking associated with October.
i look up and there they come, flying in their V pattern.
another year has passed.
i have a kind of deja vu because it seems as last year, or the year before...the same place, the same feeling.
the wild geese, they come from Russia and Scandinavia towards places close to spend the winter, to hibernate.
they take turns flying in front to make the long journey a little easier.
it fills me with warmth.
the pattern of the seasons.
a pattern inside.
this week our lovely artist Barbara made us take notice of patterns ,
please visit her beautiful place .
nice weekend to all of you