Today being Michaelmas, is the day we would pay our quarterly rent with a goose.
This is one of those marking points, coming on the heels of the equinox – fall harvest, perhaps, in a time when we were more directly attached to the seasons and their implications for our food supply.
We have no goose, alas, but Nora suggested we could throttle one over at the university Duck Pond and bring it home for dinner. The Michaelmas goose is said to be good luck, so this might be worth trying, though I am rather urban and apart from the goose-killing and -gutting skills of my genetic ancestors. Perhaps I’ll just have a turkey sandwich for lunch and call it good.
I wonder if the mortgage company would accept a dead goose in lieu of our monthly check?