THE BERRIES OF THE LAUREL

are ripe and first came the wasps to eat and then came so many different kinds of flies, the dark ones, the shiny ones, some big some small.
I first tried to take pictures of the wasps, head almost buried in the burst berries. I failed there, but surely will try again, they have great colour and such typical heads.
The fly eats in a different way, she tears parts of the berry and starts then eating of it.
The weather today changed several times, when the sun came out, it was rather hot, when behind the clouds, it was rather chilly.
Cardigan on, cardigan out, etcetera.

My haiku:

They put the ladders
Up against the appletrees
The fruit is waiting

And the proverb:

Hij/zij moet wonder kluchtig zijn, die de vliegen doet lachen.

Translation: He/she must be amazing funny, who makes the flies laughing.