APPLE BLOSSOMS

I awoke at seven o'clock and thought it a good idea to begin the day early.
I did my monk's task on the drive-way, but then I think I can better call it a nun's task.
Piet Hein suggested a walk to the Krukenburg. We can see the ruin from our house and since there has appeared a bright yellow rape field near it, I found it a good idea. The fresh morning seemed the best option for a walk, the first real walk after Piet Hein had come home from his stay at the hospital.
We walked through town, crossed the bridge over the Diemel river and up hill through the forest we went. At the hightest point there suddenly is a very fine view. The ruin of the Krukenburg, of course, but also the yellow fields, and many apple trees blossoming.
We spotted a path along the rape field, that we never had gone and it seemed the perfect day to discover where it went.
That was a golden choice, walking along an orchard, so quiet and sweet, perhaps a strange word for a description of it, but I do not know a better word. Then we came upon a garden surrounded by thick shrubs, but we peeped through the gate and saw a hidden house. It seemed a beautiful place, hidden as it was by high trees, but that means of course a very dark and wet atmosphere.
When we came home again, we found on the steps along the drive-way a pair of slow worms (Angus fragilis), the male holding the female's head in his mouth. They were a bit hidden under a plant and did not take notice of us, staring in surprise at the sight. An extra photo worth I think.
Later they had disappeared again.

My haiku:

Spring is in the air
High time to embrace firmly
The slow worms' good idea

And the proverb:

The worth of a thing is what it will bring.

1569  C. Agrippa, Vanity of arts & sciences.