THE ALPACA

in a meadow near Manrode. And not only one but a lot of them.
Quite a surprise!
The day had started rather dark. Piet Hein and I stood under the oaktree, we lighted a candle, I read aloud an autumnal poems and this is how we celebrated the Equinox in the morning.
After lunch, obviously the wind had blown away the dark clouds, we drove to Manrode (again) and walked from there to the Klus Eddessen, a place where since old times hermits could live in silence.
We found there a little church, a tiny house, a vegetable garden, the grave of a famous hermit in front of the church, the fourteen stations of the Cross around the church.
One of the last hermits had had to leave the place because of the infrasound of the windmills that stand not far from there.
On our way back we choose a different path and saw the darkest sky in the west, and in due time it rained but not too hard. Only when we sat in the car and drove back home, it poured!

My haiku:

Exotic alpacas,
In the meadow adjacent
The cows and the bulls

And the proverb:

Cheat, and the cheese will show.

1917  Bridge  35