The geese were meeting below the dike.
And there he is again...the white one.
Something disturbed them...
my rusty pups I fear.
They swirled around
and flew right over my head...
what a treat!
Because brother from over the pond is visiting
here's the lovely Kentish village
our father came from.
I flew that coop
And now I live in the back of beyond!
snow geese are my favs!
ReplyDeleteLucky you.. geese and visitors and living in the back of beyond...
ReplyDeleteBacks of beyond can be good places to be.
ReplyDelete[ she says, wings in closet just in case ]
I love the visual metaphor you've given us that shows the back of beyond. And how beautiful and raw it can be there.
ReplyDeleteOh that is a treat! I really like the stitching on the bottom photo there is something soothing there.
ReplyDeleteIt does look like a lovely village. Do you ever want to fly away with the geese?
ReplyDeleteI don't think you live at the back of beyond at all - more like in the middle of a small paradise.
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