A YELLOW BUTTERFLY

came around in our garden and I mean literally and many times. At least she settled on the flowers and I could follow her slowly. She is yellow but only flying in the air.
In the morning Mischa and I went to the Weser and walked along the path. It was full of butterflies and we both were happy and enjoyed.
The weather is lovely, even hot now and then.

The haiku:

My daughter and I
Together again we walk
The sun at our face

And the proverb:

A shot mouth catches no flies