Welcome to Week 66 of the Tuesday Photo Challenge!
Yellow in Nature denotes a feeling of happiness and joy, a reflection of sunshine.
I remember fields of bright yellow rapeseed in Lincolnshire just behind us, pure gold and the smell was glorious. I also recall the year when millions of daffodils were left to rot, acres of proud double-headed blooms reduced to sad, sorry brown wilted stumps. We never found out, or understood why.
Other than that, I do not like the colour very much. It’s a personal thing really.
It doesn’t suit me for a start, and I remember having to wear a yellow crimplene frock with a white daisy petal collar for a wedding in 1970. I hated it, and looked like a frumpy anaemic daffodil (perhaps early sympathy?). OK, I was only 14, and hardly fashion conscious, but I felt awkward and ugly and just wanted to hide , ending up playing the piano in one of the reception rooms by myself.
Unbeknown to me, the bar staff turned on the mikes, and my music was broadcast all over the hotel. When I finished, the wedding party were all in the room where I was, and I hadn’t noticed at all.
That was when my grandfather found out I could play and we ended up going into all the locals the following day so that I could play Danny Boy for his pals.
In hindsight, yellow does bring back happy memories, and whilst Coldplay are crooning making Donovan mellow, I shall be tying ribbons round trees.