BEAUTY AT THE EISENBAHNERHEIM

When we walked last Wednesday on the bridge over the Weser we saw at the opposite side Gerlinde walk. Piet Hein and I made our way to greet her as we had seen her not since the opening of her exposition. She sang a song for us there and then and asked us if we want to visit her on Saturday at eleven o'clock.
She would show us pictures of her journey to India. Of elephants and the like.
We accepted gladly and this morning we walked to her home and to our surprise found out that she had her birthday and we found us in the lovely company of her friends. We drank Sekt, and some did drink water, to her health and she had prepared a delicious lunch. A very lifely atmosphere and we enjoyed all of it.
Her own pictures of her journey she had not yet sorted and she will show them at a later date.
In good spirit we left and walked upon the hill to look for the horses, Paule, Lucky and Beauty at the Eisenbahnerheim. This time we had carrots of course.
At first we saw only Paule and Lucky and wondered already what had happened to the dark brown one, that was called No Name but that name we could not accept and called him Beauty now.
But look there he was at the far end of the stoned wall. Loud calling him made him walk towards us and he could have his share.
While we still stood there a man came walking towards us and asked what we were up to. Where did we came from.
In a merry way (I had drank much of the Sekt) I told him that we just came from Gerlinde and that was the beginning of a friendly talk about who we were and who he was too. Gerlinde who had been teacher is known by everybody of course.
At the end of our meeting we were told that it would be a great idea when we came to the Christmas concert tomorrow in the church at five. And better come early for a good place. We promised and walked home.
Not a big surprise that we took a nap when we came home and still have to celebrate the Winter Solstice at the foot of our oak.
What a good day it has been and I'll write the name of Gerlinde on a piece of coloured paper and put it in my gratitude jar. That wonderful idea that I in gratitude found in the journal of Sydney.


My haiku:

The day had started
With a sunrise unseen before
A real good omen

And the proverb:

Be a friend to thyself and others will befriend thee.

1721 in J. Kelly A complete collection of Scotish Proverbs.