This post was inspired by stickyfingers1.blogspot.com Photo Gallery. This week’s prompt is Colour.
This week I found two very beautiful images of yellow. One is this delightful flower I found in a pot at a café’s outside table and the other is the real beeswax candle that my son rolled himself at a craft exhibition. The flower was spotted while my family was having coffee and croissants together; the candle we burn for a few minutes every evening to add atmosphere to my son’s bedtime story.
I didn’t much care for yellow until relatively recently. I used to think it a little insipid with none of the vibrancy of crimson, purple or rich blues and it isn’t a colour I can wear next to my skin. But then a friend told me just before she died that yellow was her favourite colour and I started to notice how it took so many different shades. It’s such a cheerful colour, the colour of spring, of sunshine, of warmth, of custard. My son loves yellow and his bedroom is painted a warm lemon shade. He always chooses the yellow colouring pencil first and will request a toy or a treat based on the fact that it’s wrapped in yellow packaging.
So yellow is the favourite of at least two people I love and it now resonates with me too. When I see yellow I see a richness and warmth that I hadn’t noticed before and though I’m still convinced I can’t wear it I appreciate it’s beauty in the natural world.