Balloons and Geese

The season has clearly changed here in the Napa Valley. The large hot air balloons which had been filling the morning sky as I drove to work have all gone now. I'm not sure they'd rise well when soaked through with rain.

Instead, I watch the geese on their southward flights. In the evening my family and I hear them settling on the fields beyond the trees. At dawn I see them chasing the gulls from the pitch so they can browse the grubs without competition.

Replacing the throaty roar of the balloon burners, geese serenade me from car park to classroom door.
Perhaps it's only to take all the credit for the fertilisation.