IN THE MORNING

we went to the sea and walked and swam. On the way back we came upon the horses with carts.
My sister Loes and her partner came and we go to the beach and walk. Suddenly the sky was all blue, now it bit white clouds.

The haiku:

They came every Sunday
The men and their horses too
To pull the little carts

And the proverb is spanish:

The best feed of horse is his master's eye.