THEY KNOW US

the sheep in the field along the river Weser. But the little one came running towards us immediately, knowing we give her fresh grass that grows only at the other side of the fence.
Soon enough the other grown-up follow her. And you could see Piet Hein and me pulling grass leaves and giving these to the sheep.
The sheep have grass in their field, but it is so short and the prefer the long leaves obviously.
When we went on our way back the young one beeeee't and Piet Hein could not resist to go back and gave her the last full hand.
The day had started slowly for us. Realizing where we were, looking around the house, watching the birds, hear them singing loudly.
The weather not bad at all, Sunshine, clouds, wind blows, no wind blows.
Adjusting ourselves to the quiet surroundings, Greeting a neighbour, with her grandchild departing for a visit to the Papageienhof.
Meeting our dutch friend in the supermarket, her grandchild just born some hours ago. How exiting life can be.!
Now it is evening. News of Mischa through a phone call. Amazing tecnicalities making life so much easier.

My haiku:

If only I help
You and you help me again
We know we are friends

And the proverb:

Though you cast out nature with a fork, it will still return.

Horace, Epsit. I. 10. 24.