THE RIVER WESER

streaming to the north I walk along in the afternoon, gathering seeds of the plants. For next year to grow in my garden. Still white butterflies flutter round the thyme.
In the morning I started to sort the piles of maps, all kinds of informative papers and other heaps of clutter that grows and grows till one can not hope to find what is needed. Good feeling about it.

My haiku:

They wave friendly
The boattrip does them so good
Happily I wave back

And the french proverb:

Follow the river and you'll get to the sea.

Well yesterday we made the reverse trip. We left the sea behind and found the river. It takes a time to adjust and find my way in taking pictures here.