THEY WERE SITTING IN THE GRASS

Father, mother, cygnet. The other siblings swam in the little ditch, eating. Why did this little one preferred to stay close to her parents?
An early start today, cycling to where the stork family have their nest.
The constantly changing weather, sun shadow, shadow, sun, enerves me. Does it?
But before dinner Mischa came and we celebrated with champagne Pommery her new function, a real challenge.

The haiku I rehearsed sitting on the balcony left me. A new one?

If my memory
Declines will I find some new
Thoughts nevertheless?

And the proverb from Tennyson:

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.