In the Time of DaffodilsSaturday Morning at the Farmers Market

"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;"

"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."

"when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood ... "

When in a pensive mood ...
but lucky enough to live in Vienna,
head to the Yppen Farmers' Market
on Saturday mornings!

While you still can only dream
of hosts of golden Daffodils beneath the trees,
the farmers are already displaying
a show of brightly coloured spring flowers
ready for you to take home.

Photographed
Saturday Morning at the
Yppen Farmers' Market
6 February 2010
Yppen Square
16th District

"The Daffodils"
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 leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but 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.

Thank you,
William Wordsworth!
Photographs © by Merisi
First published February 2010