HOLDING ON THE STEM

this little one, it looked too as if she was sleeping. In the rather cold morning. In the Heempark were I went again because it is so wonderfully quiet and full of plants and flowers, and little creatures.
The sky became darker and I did not enter further the park, but went home.
In the afternoon Mischa and I peeped into the internet looking for a little side table and when the weather changed we cycled into town. But both to no avail. Yet.
I am so glad that you admired the little Common Blue, and did send me lovely comments, stars and hearts. Thank you a lot.

My haiku:

The bee that stung me
Hurts me more than yesterday
My innocent foot

And the latin proverb:

There is no bridle that can curb the flying days.