Spring in yellow and blue

 

 

 

No spring without Daphodils....

 

Geen lente zonder Narcissen....

 

 

 

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

 

William Wordsworth

 

 

 

 ....even if we don't see them

fluttering an dancing in the breeze yet.

Spring certainly takes its time to arrive this year.

 

....ook al zien we ze nog niet

wapperen en dansen in de wind.

De lente neemt haar tijd om zich te tonen dit jaar.

 

 

 

Marian