Today we went to visit my Dad’s gravesite again to put some epoxy over the holes on the back of tombstone until the military plaque is installed, and on the way we saw cornfields full of geese. These photos only show a fraction of them, and they were also in the next field. There seems to be so many geese around lately.
The hills are still beautiful there with all of the fall colors, and the ground is getting more beautiful as the sugar maple leaves fall onto the grass.
And I feel so very bad for my blogging friend Lynne as her dearest Mom passed away last night. This virtual bouquet, again from my Mom’s gardens, is for Lynne and her family.
Nature Woman 
Beautiful fall colors, Pam. And I hope that beautiful fall bouquet will raise Lynne’s spirits. I’m surprised the geese haven’t moved on further south, but then it looks like there is still some food for all of them there in western New York.
Peace be to your friend as she grieves. The flowers are lovely. We of course in Canada are familiar with field full of geese .
How wonderful seeing these geest like this! I think it is great you posted those flowers for Lynne! I feel so bad for her and it was good you decided to visit your fathers stone.
Your pictures are wonderful and the virtual bouquet is such a nice, thoughtful thing to do for Lynne. I hope she is comforted knowing how much we all are thinking of her during this sad time.
I’d say that’s bigger than a gaggle, wouldn’t you? :c) Lovely shot of the leaves and even lovelier bouquet for our sweet buddy Lynne.
We still Canadian geese here, too. I wonder when they will finally leave?
Most of our leaves are off now. I was just thinking that Halloween falls when the trees start looking like skeletons. Isn’t that strange?
Pam,
Isn’t life interesting? Today I visited a cemetery and was initially confused when I saw a gravestone with four holes drilled in the back. It took me a while to figure it out.
Now here I am the same day reading about your visit to your dad’s grave site and your explanation about the epoxy and the holes waiting to receive the plaque that will commemorate his service to his country.
Your pictures capture the unique beauty of this time of year. It’s a bittersweet one, isn’t it?
So tender of you to remember Lynne in her time of loss.