The little things

My mom always wanted ducks or geese on our pond, but we figured our guard dog would kill them or make them fly away.  Normally, he will go after anything in our pastures or ponds because he’s guarding our livestock (he even makes birds fly off).  So imagine my surprise this morning when LJ told me to come look out the back door — we could only see one swimming on the pond and the dog was laying on the bank watching it swim around.

One we got outside we heard all the honking and saw two others.  I had to snap a picture to show that they were there without the dog running them off and to keep as a reminder of my mom.

Sometimes it’s the littlest things that remind me of her… a smell, a song, a saying, or a small flock of geese swimming on our pond.