WALK INTO ANOTHER DIRECTION

this morning, because I wanted to collect some poppy seed. The bike- and walking path I followed, it is bordered with wild flowers, and there on the flowers the insects find their pause. In the poppy field I took some heads, on internet I had previously seen how to dry and store away.
From there I followed the path to the Meer en Bos park, did however not enter it. There is a school next to one of the entrances and the school garden had flower-beds with big (caucasian?) poppies, noticed that the seeds were not ripe enough and made a not to myself to come back there later. In front of the school a wild flower field, not very large, but a many coloured one. Before the rain would start and my appetite too I walked back home.

My haiku:

Moistarized grasses
Sleeping bees between the buds
Be awake and beware

And the greek proverb:

When the fox cannot reach the grapes, she/he says they are not ripe.