TRAVELLER'S JOY SEED HEADS

in my garden. Despite (again) the nasty weather I went on with the next three buxus bushes. The shape a bit different now. Standing there under big trees, the wind grew stronger and stronger and for some moment I feared a bit the enormous power wind can show and let trees feel how vulnerable they are, and me too of course. But all went well.
I am not fond of the buxus scape, but in a way I remember the former owner telling me that she had wanted to make a cloudscape of it.
And with some imagination one can follow what she meant. Green clouds, oh how I would like to see that in the sky.
Better than the dark grey of today.
Still not fetched the nativity, good idea to do that tomorrow even before I will continue the endless story of the buxus preening.
I long for a long walk......

My haiku:

Dance on pretty heads
I would join you in a minute
High towards the sky

And the proverb:

They who dance, are thought mad by those who hear not the music.

1575 in H.C. Agrippa, Vanity of Arts and Sciences