ON THE RHODODENDRON

in "de Boshoeve" the insect was vehemently sucking. I imagine it tasted superb because she did not fly away neither was she interested in someone looking at her.
Early in the morning we had departed for the celebration of three anniversaries, two of becoming 70 of our dear friends and also the 45th anniversary of their marriage. The party was given in Rijsbergen, south of Breda, in a restaurant beautifully situated in the rural surroundings. We have no car here in Holland and we were happy to be transported by friends in their car.
After coffee there was a piano concert by Andrey Nesterenko and Sofia Vasheruk, two young pianists, Andrey born in Gorki and Sofia in Troisk Moscow and how wonderful it was that they had met in Enschede, (the Netherlands) and there had started to play together, with obvious passion and enthusiasm alike.
The sunshine became warmer with the minute and we all enjoyed the delicious lunch inside or outside. Of course their were some speeches and presents.
I wandered a bit around, I could not held myself and saw one butterfly and several insects on the softly coloured rhododendronflowers and some caterpillars swinging in the air on a thread that came from some branch of the trees.

My haiku:

I felt sorry for
The thread of life we follow
Some long some short in time

And the latin proverb:

A friend must not be wounded, even in jest.