TEASEL HEADS

in the fields along the Weser where Mischa and I walk in the sunshine, happily going together again. Talking about future plans and looking at all the wonders around us. One moment there flies over us a F-16, loudly, following the Weser stream and turning almost upside down. Not often this happens here in the quietness. Now and then the helicopter descends on the fixed place to catch very ill or wounded persons, who need to be transported to Kassel.
Lunch on the balcony and afterwards I fall in sleep resting in the sun.

My haiku:

Homeward walk on air
It feels like a warmer day
The blue tits agree

And the proverb:

Better be stung by a nettle than pricked by a rose.