I have this friend, Debb, who insists that all sunsets are for her sole enjoyment. I don't know about that.
What I do know is that I long for those fall days when Canada geese fly overhead on their way South.
For as long as I can remember I've had a thing for Canada geese (by the way, Canada Geese is the correct term--they are NOT Canadian geese).
I love their deep, throaty honks and the color of their feathers. I love the way they fly is misshapen Vs.
Whenever I see Canada geese I think of drinking tea and my grandma and grandpa's in Portage La Prairie, Manitoba.
When I hear their honks I remember the three geese who flew to Buffalo, WY in 1995 and spent the whole winter in the outdoor pool there.
I know it is silly but whenever I hear and see geese I'm convinced God is looking my way saying, "that's for you."
One day in July of this year, I heard a lone goose flying overhead when I was outside watering my basil. It had been a particularly awful day for me and I was feeling ambushed and overwhelmed. And there was a goose honking. A small reminder that brought the lyrics of "My Favorite Things" to my head, a smile on my face, and a reminder--that God is good.
I guess what I'm really saying is Debb can keep her sunsets and I'll take the geese.