LAST WALK

for now in the garden. The rain makes the plants giants I fear. I was happy to see at least one insects on a nice coloured flower. The birds do not sing a farewell song for us.
Then a long journey awaits us with less trains but we will travel nevertheless a much longer time.

My haiku:

Steps on moss leaving
My yearnings and floral dreams
Behind with the birds

And the proverb:

Praise is no pudding.