daffodils

Here are the kolams and rangolis in this page:
  • daffodils
  • Daffodil
  • Here comes the blommed Daffodils
  • Spring Garden Kolams - Daffodils
Rangoli: daffodils
Created by noorjahan on 2010-09-12,

drawn with rice flour, looks like the flowers in the spring season.no colours are used

Rangoli: Daffodil
Created by gvidhya on 2010-05-04,

Dear Lata n Friends.. this is from my side for springtime entry.. Lata i trust definitely my b'fly will find perfect match from the garden. :)))Your views / sugg pl..

Rangoli: Here comes the blommed Daffodils
Created by anirudh on 2010-05-04,

For a change, i thought of putting Origami Rangolis. So, here are the blommed Daffodils with some leaves. I have also put the Daffodils on the stem too.

Rangoli: Spring Garden Kolams - Daffodils
Created by judelined on 2010-05-04,

Dots - Interlaced 15 - 8

I have been trying to complete this kolam for the last two weeks but something or the other came in the way and only today I managed to complete it. Though I am not fully satisfied with the outcome I am going ahead and uploading it because I am sure it will take much longer if I keep it and try to get a fully satisfied product. Let me know what you think friends Smile

When I see this kolam I am reminded of the beautiful poem I learnt in school written by William Wordsworth

"Daffodils" (1804)

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).