I love graveyards.
I love this last photo. I imagine the geese saying 'I think Uncle Joe was buried over here!'
Sometimes when it's frosty out, it is so lovely, especially with the intense fall colors in the trees. I like geese. I'll be sad when it's too cold for them and they head South.
Funny but true story. Once I was driving on a highway and a mother (I assume it was a mother, maybe it was an aunt?) led TWENTY TWO gosling adolescents behind her. They were at that real ugly scrawny stage, where they are all gray and thin limbs. I stopped traffic on my side of the street, another car on the other side stopped traffic and we let them cross. I had plenty of time to count them all.
PS I believe Miss Indy, the Ike Rescue, was adopted! She is no longer listed on their site! Lucky family!! Though now I'm totally in love with the 5 year old dachshund, Rusty. I need a doxie.
