Air temperature 42 F -- life, the universe, and everything, at least for the moment. Wind northwest gusting over 20 mph, clear sky. Foraging later, afternoon walk if I survive that long.
"And every man shall sit under his vine, and under his fig tree, and there shall be none to make them afraid: for the mouth of the Lord of hosts hath spoken."
Couple-dozen geese at the cemetery pond when we drove by there this morning. I suspect this is a migrating sub-flock pulled down from the sky through a glimpse of open water and green grass.
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