THE TWO CONNECTED BUGS OF MY YESTERDAY'S BLIP

had fallen from my hand when I showed them to my neighbour who had the book in his hand to identify them.
How surprised I was to see them this morning again on top of the flower rather at an amazing distance from there, considering there small feet.
Now it seemed to me that one of them is in deep sleep, hardly or not at all moving and the other a bit awake but not too much. I took some pictures but did not disturb them now.
When I was looking at my photos I suddenly stood up and with my camera I stepped outside and because of the iridescence of the fly I saw her immediately.
She stepped over the pink sedum and I followed her steps with my camera eye.
Piet Hein and I set off to Beverungen to buy the stain (?) to paint later the log cabin with. Walking the sloping I saw a squirrel on the lower part and she jumps and climbs the oak tree. Sits there looking at us with amazed and very wide eyes.
Oh I cry a picture, we must make a picture for Mischa! She so wants a squirrel in the oaktree or the beech for that matter. We had seen her once there high up.
The picture I took with my compact, that had been dead but repaired by Panasonic, failed to catch the animal.
We did our shopping in Beverungen and now await the arriving of a dear friend, coming from Holland to enjoy a short stay with us.

My haiku:

The nuts the squirrel
Comes to collect indicates
Autumn later on

And the proverb:

The fairer the paper the fouler the blot.