I love yellow. It’s such a happy color. Most of the interior of my house is painted a warm, buttery, yellow. But nothing does yellow better or says “spring” louder than a hillside full of daffodils.
If I were a poet I know these flowers would inspire me, but since I’m not, I borrowed one from Robert Frost to share with you.
A Prayer in Spring
Robert Frost
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.
For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfill.
