COLDER YET

and more rain.
Work in the garden, making a path. Then in the rain a walk into the city. Rain stops, because I had my umbrella out? Some sun, not much.
The tree is in the walled garden of the Rathaus, a quiet place. In the building is a large heated room, for readers and silence seeking persons. There one can read a paper and find all sorts of information for tourists.
I see the swan pair in the Weser, the harbour without water, made them leave it.
At the camping along the river I see tents and campers, perhaps a bit disappointed that the beautiful weather has disappeared so suddenly.

My haiku:

The forsythia
Contest is now in full swing
I love mine dearly

And the italian proverb

It is often consistency to change the mind.