As I stepped out of my car this morning, the sound of Canada Geese surrounded me. There were hundreds sitting in the grey water of the pond. They have gathered, waiting for the right time to leave. To leave for warmer temperatures, for sunnier skies. A few will stay, but now – the sound of fall is the honking and squabbling of Canada Geese.
The sound of winter is the cold rush of the north-west wind as it slips under my scarves and hat. It is the sound of my teeth chattering in the pre-sunrise dark and the crunch of too cold snow.
Spring is the sound of water dripping as ice cycles melt from the roof and the louder cracks of ice blocks breaking along the river’s edge.It is the sound of song birds returning from the south and chattering to their neighbors among the budding trees.
Each season has its own sound and many of them. These are a few of my favorite things . What do you hear?