A Goose Just Walked over My Grave

Courtesy of superstition straight out of the old country...

Picked up the laundry basket to take out to dry, straightening up to see a white gravestone in the garden.

Of course, it is no such thing, just the light shining through the front door reflecting off the kitchen windows in some odd way. I just never saw it before, so I took a photo of it, because nothing disenchants more quickly or thoroughly.