A quick lap around the pond with sister this afternoon as the bagels "riz" on the kitchen counter. (It doesn't take much for me to lapse into Alcott-ese.) It had been raining earlier, but when we stepped out the sun was warm and bright. Fluffy white clouds dotted the bright blue sky and we again saw a number of signs that tricked us into thinking that November couldn't
really be just around the corner.
A snake slithered through the grasses, a delphinium bloomed and nodded on the pond bank, dragonflies flitted and darted across our path, a bee worked busily over a tuft of clover, and robins sang in the tree tops, hopping from branch to branch.
We giggled once again over the odd behavior of the geese, for today they were bathing (or courting? or playing?) with unusual intensity. Usually a flick of the feathers, a splash of water, and a little grooming with the beak are sufficient. But today they actually turned
complete somersaults in the water -- awkward, floppy, long-necked, ample-bottomed somersaults. I've never seen such a thing. As Alice would say upon entering Wonderland, their behavior grows "Curiouser and curiouser!"
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