Last Saturday in the morning I had a little moment of pure autumnal bliss. I woke up to the sound of geese flying. A skein of geese. I can recognise their cry anywhere. Well, it could have been ducks, but I think they were geese. Anyway, there's no sound more seasonal in September. It's not autumn without them. So it made my day, or at least my morning, and it got me in a great mood from the moment I got up. Oh how I love this time of year, even when it is too warm.
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