I FOUND A LITTLE PIECE OF ICE

in the garden, I picked it up, looked at it and saw some nice patterns in it.
I wondered where such a piece could come from, hold it in my hand and took some pictures. Then I found another piece and discovered that they fell from the roof. Melting of course. I held this other one in my hand and saw the drops forming and falling. One shot with a nearly falling drop is my blip. The falling drop I could not catch and my fingers turned ice cold too.
The whole day the sky kept grey and now and then mist drew in the valley.
We saw the woodpecker eat from the oats.


My haiku:

I find my own challenge
In the air, on the ground too
Whereever I go

And the proverb:

A chance may win what by mischance was lost.