Then It's Fall

When you hear the wild geese calling
And up in the sky you see
That they all are flying southward
In a long and straggling V,
When the woolly caterpillars
Crawl along the porch and wall,
And your kitty's fur gets thicker;
Then you know that it is fall.

...For of all our changing seasons,
None is lovelier than fall.

Happy Fall!! I thought some of you would remember this nice poem because several of you memorized it. I only put in the first stanza. Timothy has now started to memorize it. It is such a picturesque poem of fall. And truly, as good as all the seasons are, I think the fall is at the top (or at least shares the top--spring, summer, and winter all have their particular beauties!)