A FAREWELL AGAIN

from my garden, a walk sround it, seeing that the sawfly larvae have started to eat their third leaf. They eat a lot faster now I think.
Will I see them next time we come here?
The fly on the blue flower of the borage herb my choice for this travel day.
It will be a long one this time (it always is, but due to work on the rails in The Netherlands it will even be longer).

My haiku:

Again and again
The summertime over soon
Does the fly know it?

And the proverb:

The Traceys have always the wind in their faces.

1662 in Fuller, Glouc.