As I drove to and from work today, I noticed all the fresh new color and got to thinking how children often ask you what your favorite color is. The older I get, the harder this question becomes. Now, I really couldn’t say what my favorite color is. Each shade of green delights me; the pinks, purples, and whites are so dear; the backdrop of blue sky can be arresting; the bright yellow King Alfred daffodils is stunning. Add the effect of low, gray clouds softening it all with gentle rain and such a delicious smell. The spectrum broadens to include so much more than hue.

Coincidentally, a friend posted these words of Polly Castor (whose blog you can find here). I enjoyed her expression of yellow. Today, let’s go with yellow.

“Once the forsythia comes shouting out through its chorus of little trumpets, the rest of spring barrels in quickly with leaves and blooms in tow. No wonder these cadmium heralds are so welcome, clamoring noisily against the bare sticks and branches, crashing loudly against the blue sky, making a Swedish flag of the world. Next in the parade will proceed warm days, unfolding growth, and flourishing joy. Alleluia.”

I love the music of those words and add my own Alleluia.