Something strange happened last year. The trees in my backyard grew these tumorous swells on their branches. They weren’t there before. As I examined them to determine what kind of fruit they were, a flock of geese, in a perfect V, flew overhead and honked very loudly as they flew past our house. As they flew… South? This may sound really stupid and a little naive, but geese are only supposed to do that in cartoons! I’d never in my life witnessed a flock of geese do that before. I was so excited that when I yelled, “OMG!! LOOKLOOKLOOK!!”, I didn’t expect to be the only person around to care. Because, pshh, geese do that every year haven’t you heard? Rus didn’t share in my enthusiasm. And neither did anyone else when I retold the story about the flock of amazing geese who didn’t need a TV to know what they were supposed to do.
A few days ago, a flock of geese flew over our house again. They honked and flapped their wings and still flew in a perfect V. I didn’t yell and get all school-girly this time, I appreciated them in silence. I stood there in my backyard alone staring up at the sky, and I marveled at these geese. It left me motionless.
These geese who signify that Fall is coming. These geese who, maybe, liked that I had cheered them on so loudly last year, were coming back for more. These geese that, with their honk, remind me that peaches are right around the corner, but not just any peaches. MY peaches.
I went over to the trees, and sure enough, the swells are there and almost ripe for picking. So now, every day, I check on my peaches just to make sure they’re still there. And maybe also, to catch a glimpse of another flock of geese.
wow. that was a great story. you write very well. poetic. take care and we shall catch up soon. bye dzf.
Darliene, thank you! I miss you!