STILL LIFE

but full of life to emerge next summer, I hope. The seeds I gathered lie in the window sill. On our walk along the Weser this morning I found other specimens.
A very peaceful walk, not many people go outside now, let alone walk in the forest or in the windy path along the river. One bird of prey high above our heads, I kept one photo to look up which one she is. A heron flies above the water eastwards.
Mischa has already some trains behind her and we reach out to fetch her at the station, it will be dark when she will arrive.

My haiku:

Stream upwards we go
Struggling with wind and ourselves
Our wings are so short

And the proverb:

The sweetest freedom is an honest heart.