IT HAD BEEN A LONG TIME

since we visited different places in one day.
First we drove to Brenkhausen to deliver to chairs for repair. And we stepped into the roman catholic church, it has a baroque altar but we could not proceed to look closely, it was marked out. Then we discovered that the huge monastery behind the church was a koptic-orthodox one, the bishop, in tradition cloths, stood outside, preparing with other persons, what seemed a déjeuner sur l'herbe.
From there we went to the Obi in Höxter, a building market, found not what we hoped for, but some other useful items.
At the outskirts of Höxter is the botanical garden and always since we discovered this garden we enter it and walk around.
Fields with wild flowers, my favourites, and a border with scented flowers where Thousand bees had descended and some exiting butterflies.
The blip shows a butterfly on one of the wild flowers.
No one else walked there and we enjoyed the quietness.
And as if was not yet enough we walked also for a while in the Taubenborn where big ponds are and in summer many dragon- and damselflies live.
Tired we came home and high time to look at my pictures.
The copulating damselflies, amazing as they are, I first thought would be my choice but in the end the fairy tale butterfly, romantic soul as I am, won.
Some damselflies pictures on flickr here.

My haiku:

Once again seeing
The fairy tale coming true
My head spins and hurts

And the proverb:

De sloten van mijn hek zijn van stroo voor de braven, maar van ijzer voor de snoodaards.

Translation:

The locks of my gate are made of straw for the honest persons, but of iron for the villains.