Yellow is a welcoming colour and no more so than the view of these crocuses on the window sill in the front room (and therefore are on the left of the main entrance to the block).
These bulbs that I planted some months ago are giving us pleasure now as they begin to flower. While we have plenty of green in our maritime climate, and while the days are starting to lengthen, there is an absence of colour.
The sun is getting higher and is starting to shine more directly into the main living room. The flowers seem to love it! I wonder if, according to William Wordsworth, a flower "enjoys the air it breathes.."?
In the middle of his well-known poem Lines Written in Early Spring (1798) he states:
"... 'tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes ...."
Enjoys the air it breathes ...."
However, the whole poem is really about how "... much it grieved my heart to think what man has made of man". Poor Wordsworth! What would he think of the world situation if he were alive today?
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