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Monday, April 17, 2006

Daffodils


I can't let them pass without chronicling them, and their little friends. These daffodils are on the farm. Those in the photo above were brought from Amsterdam by Donica.

8 comments:

Nathan said...

that last image is amazing! nice work.

Mrs. M. said...

I was just thinking that same thing as Nathan-

ahhh, spring. I think we go from tourist season to hades.

Rachel said...

For you it's spring, for us it's HOT!

Ginnie said...

I think Hannover must be about the same season-time as MI right now. The daffodils are in full bloom and a few bushes, like forsythia. Other than that, only buds everywhere. So unlike Atlanta where even the oak trees are now starting to bloom! In 2 weeks, when we return, I'm guessing all the leaves will be full-grown.

What a great shot of the little insect! Did you see it when you were snapping the photo, I wonder, or afterwards. Sometimes we see things in pics after the fact that are like another story altogether:) I love it!

Ruth said...

Nathan: Thanks!

Mrs. M: Thank you too! Ah yes, Florida.

Rachel: Man, I don't envy you.

Ginnie: I did not see little bee until I uploaded the photo, then had to zoom it in photoshop. Have fun exploring Hannover!

Rauf said...

Golden Daffodils, William Wordsworth in pictures, very rich and saturated. Lovely pictures.


I WANDER'D 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 stretch'd 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.

By William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

Ruth said...

Rauf: Thank you for posting the Wordworth poem. I debated doing so myself in my post. I visited your blogs and love your photos. What led you to mine?

Rauf said...

I really don't remember Ruth, perhaps by clicking 'next blog'
I found your blog sometime back and book marked it immediately and wanted to go through when I got time, Then continuous travel kept me away from home. Got back only the day before. Very sweet blog yours is with lovely pictures, hard to find these.

Have another blog 'daylight again' dealing with various issues.
Thank you for stopping by.