THERE LIVE TWO CRICKETS

in the buddleia. Since long the flowers gone of course. At one point I turned towards the bush and stood eye in eye with one of the two. I was amazed how slowly this little creature walked upon the leaves and stem. So carefully, one of six feet at the time. To have a better look, (this was yesterday) I pulled the branch towards me, unfortunately I catepulled her, so sorry I was, but I found her on a lower branch.
When I searched for her today and had found her, took my camera and she immediately began to step higher up, as if she let me know, that she knew who I was and what danger I meant to be.
What does a cricket all day? Dreaming by preference in the sun, and what does she eat? I have no clue yet. I did not see her eat at all.
We went to the supermarket, did some cleaning, a room that needed it a bit.
Still tired, with a surprised feeling that all had in the end gone so well, as if I had lost hope that that could be the matter.

My haiku:

Green on green and still
I spotted the crickets who
Seemingly love my shrubs

And the proverb:

Double charge will rive a cannon.

1721 in J. Kelly, A Complete Collection of Scotish Proverbs.

.....Spoken when people urge upon you more than you can bear, be it meat, drink, work or so.