STORM IN THE NIGHT

kept me awake from time to time. Brrrr I thought how would it look at the beach now? Bad for human and animal I suppose.
The day kept dark but after lunch with a bit blue in the sky Mischa and I went to the city-farm, the one threathened with closure, and saw 2 cows outside, 2 donkeys inside, several goats and sheep. Then it started to rain and we find shelter inside.
My animal I found not far from the farm in a shop in a water basin.

My haiku:

Cabbage in the field
We are how does that feel, sigh
The harvest starts once

And the greek proverb:

Cabbage twice cooked is death.

I surprise myself sometimes lately by finding strange sentences. Who would cook cabbage twice, even metaphorically. Proverbs are sometimes very old but did people differ so much from now?