REFLECTIONS OF THE TREES

I saw on my walk in the very cold weather.
A slowly started morning, of course. Only after lunch I went for a walk to the ponds, to see if I could find my waterbirdsfriends again.
The sky all grey above me, not many persons around, the waterbirds gathering, happy to find someone who comes to greet them and give some oat flakes.
Mischa and I talked about the scheme for the next two weeks, in which a lot have to be done.
Tomorrow the painting of a celing, the day after that a wall, etcetera, etcetera.

My haiku:

My nose almost frozen
From where the cold had arrived
So suddenly and harsh?

And the quote by Byron in The Giacour:

The cold in clime are cold in blood
Their love scan scarce deserve the name.