One of my first words was ‘lellow.’ That’s because I couldn’t pronounce ‘yellow.’ When I was old enough to say ‘canary’ I was given one that ate sugar cubes out of my ears and mouth. My siblings teased me because I still preferred ‘lellow,’ to ‘yellow,’ but I couldn’t get enough of the color. I mean, think about it. Yellow is all around us – in the sun, the moon, and even the stars.
A lot of words rhyme with yellow, like mellow, cello, and ‘hello!’ You name the rest…tennis balls, bees, marigolds… all right, they don’t all rhyme perfectly but even some tomatoes are yellow, and they look like such happy fellows!
This is the season for yellow because where there isn’t orange or red, there is … you guessed it… It’s in the trees all around us from New England to the Gold Coast. It’s the first color of day and the color of light at night.
I’m in love with yellow. It’s such a happy color, like the sound of a banjo. I bet Steve Martin loves yellow too. You can practically pluck it out of the sky. Yellow strums my heartstrings. It’s the sound of leaves underfoot, the color of ‘why,’ the smell of old lace, and the taste of lemon.
Don’t get me wrong. Even I can sour on yellow if I have too much. But on a gray day, when I feel the pressures of responsibility, or the dark cave of loss and grief, or if a black cloud of doubt creases my forehead, I look for yellow. Like an old friend, it’s poised, ready to flood through a crack in the door, or flash me against the blue of sky. And sometimes it draws a double line along a road; one for you; the other for me. Where would we be without yellow?
What do you associate with the color yellow?