MIST IN THE MORNING

that did only in a vexing pace lift, but the sunny shine of yesterday did not return.
Some considerable time we spend in ordering some traintickets online.
I remember well the time that I had to go to the railwaystation, take a number, had to wait the same considerable time, and then when my turn came other persons had to wait a long time before my complicated tickets were booked.
That's history now. I do not make complicated travels anymore. The one we make does involve many connections, that's all.
Before lunch we walked into the valley, to buy bread and some other food for the weekend. A nice stroll through town, camera in hand, one picture at least had to be taken. The weather was watery cold, but not unpleasant.
The swan pair in the Weser crossed the river, from shore to shore, two times, they do that quickly thanks to the stream. Don't forget to bring some bread for them next time and how old would they be I wonder.


My haiku:

Sleepy town in grey
And white but the trees coloured
In rusty shades

And the proverb:

When the rain rainethand the goose winketh, little wots the gosling what the goose thinketh.

This proverb is from the Oxford dictionary of english proverbs, compiled by W.G. Smith, a change from the old dutch proverb, probably for a while. No explanation is given but the source is, Skelton 1523, Garl. Laurel 1431.