Thanks Sue for this week’s Write Photo challenge, ‘Between’.
Yellow is not one of my favourite colours. I will avoid wearing it following memories of a yellow frock with a daisy collar I had to wear to a wedding in 1970, and when I was working for the book company, I owned a blue skirt with yellow blossoms on it which blended perfectly with the new decor to such an extent I could stand against the wall and become practically invisible.
When we moved to Lincolnshire in 2007, we bought a property in a village with no pub, school, Post Office, church, or corner shop. In fact, the cottage was formerly the original school, having been built in 1847 and thus full of character.
We had open fields front and back, but less than half a mile down the adjoining lane, we had fields of rape seed.
The smell was overpowering, the colour dazzling and brighter than the summer sun, and I was glad I didn’t suffer from hay fever.
Seeing yellow in Nature was totalling different. I embraced it and enjoyed it. We kept Maggie out of the fields anyway regardless of whatever crops were growing, and the farmers grew to recognise her and her behaviour way before they connected her with us.