THE WATERDROPS

on the leaves I kneeled for to make some pictures.
Happily Mischa could help me choose when we talked at the phone and she could see my choices at flickr.
All day hut work, it was a grey day, not really cold, but waterkoud as we say in dutch. Tomorrow the roof, I suppose and after that the doors. We now better understand where we could have been more precise for the finishing touch it seems.
In the picture at the left I see an astonished face, I like.

My haiku:

A soft wind and leaves
Travel to the ground whirling
Madly as if called

And the proverb:

Love is like linen, often changed, the sweeter.

No country from where this proverb is coming from is mentioned in the book.
It made me laugh a little, who is talking here?