So, mid February, and signs of spring are stirring in the ponds of the Forest, here along the aptly named valley of the small marshy hollows, Kleineflossendelleweg.
I cannot say with certainty what is thrusting up through the water, but I suspect iris. Iris, emblem of Brussels, banner of the marais. Within a couple of months this cold, wet, waiting valley should loosen into spring, tinged yellow. I shall return for the colour, and to watch metallic, needle-thin bodies held aloft on double spinning wings.
That will be a moment to stop, to pause, and to wonder. If it proves to be another plant, no matter. It will still be beautiful, and the dragons will hover just the same.