DANCING WILDLY

In the morning Mischa baked us a delicious spiced apple cake, we celebrated the winter solstice, embracing our oaktree, put a light on her roots, Piet Hein recited a poem written by Su Tung Poo: Winter Solstice,
I recited the poem Last Hours, by John Freeman (1880-1929), showing here the first Stanza, and Mischa spoke a haiku by Basho

Last Hours

   A gray day and quiet,
   With slow clouds of gray,
And in dull air a cloud that falls
        All day.

We drove in the afternoon to Wülmersen to visit the Wasserschloss there.
Had you been here ever, we asked Mischa, but she did not remember well, perhaps once, long ago. Here I took a picture of the wild dancing child.
Huge thanks to Cailleach for hosting the Wild Wednesday challenge.
When we had walked around the castle, we drove a bit farther, parked and began our walk along the Holzape brook.
It was bitter cold, but no wind, which helped.
Mischa had asked for a romantic environment and both places where we were, fiited that description. But no animals did show up, what was a bit of a pity.