IN MY GARDEN

Coming home after the long journey by train, I was curious of course to walk the paths in my garden and see what developments had taken place.
My loveliest flower I came upon was a very tiny anemone flower, just right for my blip tonight.
There was a dead bird, a sparrow, lying on the ground. The tulips had been decimated by the unknown culprit. The forsythia the most cheerful yellow to be seen. And as always the silence and quietness is balm for the heart.
I am tired, it is true, but after the enthusiasm for the heron of yesterday I'll start looking at your pictures and comment too.

My haiku:

I almost overlooked
The sweetness of the flower
Blue with darker heart

And the proverb:

By the street of 'Bye-and-bye', one arrivés at the house of 'Never'.

1853  in Trench, In this spanish proverb the final issues of procrastination are well seth forth.