Thousands of Snow Geese on their migration along the Pacific Flyway take refuge from the hunters in the rice fields adjacent to the Memorial Garden. Joined by their ducky friends and grey geese. Good company, all.
“Hope” is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words – And never stops – at all…. ~ Emily Dickinson My hope for your holiday and the New Year: Kindness. Civility. Generosity. Patience. Possibility. Wishing you all the joys of the season. May they not be forgotten in the New Year.