The first large flocks of Canada geese have begun to pass overhead. You hear them gabbling before they hove into sight. It's a great time of year to be here.
Fall has its own unique scents as well as its sights and sounds. It's one of my favourite seasons, and every bit as welcome as springtime.
Scott turns 56 tomorrow. Wish him a happy birthday if you see him! Looks like this year he won't be in the field; maybe I'll take him out for supper. At the very least, I'll make the cake he has requested: chocolate, no icing, so he can pour milk on it. (Yuk! but whatever the birthday boy wants ... .)
