AUTMNAL MIST

In the morning, but later the sun appeared. We walked from Herstelle to Würgassen and on our way we crossed the big bridge over the Weser.
At the other side of the river there are marvellously coloured trees, however when we came there, the clouds had hidden the sun again.
We made a small detour and crossed the bridge again, now in the opposite direction. How awfully high above the river one walks here, what an amazing view at all sides one has.
And along the river we walked back to Herstelle, saw several little scenes. Mothers with children and dogs, walking and talking; a gathering of 4 or five men who had brought their own chairs, sat on both sides of the small road and loved to have a conversation we us too.
We saw a man in his garden, putting enormous amounds of apples in big baskets.
Along the roads and paths where we walk, it is amazing to see so many  apple trees, abandonned as it seems, on the ground a circle of fallen apples. I always take some good ones with me, slice these and put them outside for the birds, or other creatures that come along and eat them.

My haiku:

In the misty fields
The horses come near us, and
Let their noses be rubbed

And the proverb:

Ossing comes to bossing. 

Ossing, i.e. offering or aiming to do.
ca. 1350  Douce MS. 52.