GOLDEN TIME FOR CHESTNUTS

Now the clouds prevented the sun to warm us, and a cold wind blew.
I knew it would be high time to start my scheme for the garden. Firstly I wanted the heaps of leftovers of our spring clearing removed. The huge remains of the bushes we had to remove to find the cause of the drain problem too.
In the heat of summertime I could not bring myself to start this at all.
But now in the cooler weather the task is so much easier. I joked to Piet Hein that it would take us perhaps the rest of the year but now I have started I guess that in a couple of days all will be cleared. This shows that a job one is afraid of, can grow absurdly.
We walked down the hill in the afternoon into town and went through the streets, along the harbour and the Weser and back home again.
The trees are colouring, but without sunlight, we see it, but mention to each other that with sunlight it would be so much more miraculous.

My haiku:

They fall softly on
The grass, burst open and show
Their golden beauty

And the proverb:

Gold of Toulouse.

1621  Burton,  Anatomy Melanchololy.

Toulouse Gold became a proverbial expression for ill-gotten but unprofitable gains.