THE TREE GHOST IS ALIVE

Before lunch I cycled to the dentist hygieniste lady who cleaned my teeth. Am I not able to clean them myself, I hear you wonder. Yes I can, but she can do better. I have to admit.
On my way to the other side of the city and back on another road I see so many interesting things and scenes and I enjoy that trip. It is exactly 8.9 kilometers from my home, I saw it on the cycle tour site. If I cycle 10 km per hour I can make it in one hour easily. If I would cycle 18 km per hour that would be just in half an hour.
Earlier in the morning I had heard the rain, a rather strong pouring, and I was glad that later the sky turned blue when I started my tour.
I do not remember how many faces in trees I have seen that morning, a lot believe me, but the image in my blip picture I found amazing.
When I came home, Mischa was already busy with painting, almost the last parts.
I joined her soon and when our job was done I was so happy she was delighted about it all. It will be her home very soon and how important is it to feel at home at home? Very much so.

My haiku:

If home is not home
And peace not found anywhere
Life looses colour

And the quote by R. Kipling in Our Lady of the Snows:

Daughter am I in my mother's house, But mistress my own.