I don’t think I have ever reached for a yellow crayon as my first choice to use in coloring. Certainly, you would not find me in a yellow shirt, not my best color!
However, sometime in my adult years, I must have realized what a cheerful hue it is. Maybe my life is a little like Julie Andrew’s “These Are a Few of My Favorite Things”. For there are days filled with moments when the dog does bite and the bee does sting, and I do find myself a feeling a little sad. Perhaps we all need a few of our favorite things, so then we don’t feel so bad! I am realizing that many of mine are yellow.
Little Yellow Duckies
What fun I had in my young years at the cow-smelling country fair deciding on the perfect bobbing little yellow ducky. Slowly while I held my breath, I turned it upside down to see the large number printed on the bottom hoping to get my preselected insignificant trinket which would thrill me for all of thirty minutes.
Fresh Corn on the Cob
Over the years sitting on Nana’s front porch with the mounds of corn transports such a powerful yellow memory to mind. Granddaddy shucking as fast as he could with his wad of Beech-Nut in his cheek. All the grandkids brushing the silky strands off. Nana, Mom, and Aunt Anna, would cut while the yellow juice ran onto their fingers to prepare the dozens of cream-style corn containers.
Peanut M&Ms
I’m not a big candy eater unless it involves chocolate! Peanut M&M’s in the yellow pack brought me such pleasure when I was pregnant with Lindsey. I carefully watched what I ate—except this one indulgence. It never failed; every time I had given in to the temptation I would run into a friend when I had a Coke and my yellow pack! Try as I might, I just don’t think he believed that I only had them rarely.
French’s Yellow Mustard
Come to think of it, I loved yellow mustard during this time of life too. I had never liked hot dogs, until then. Every Thursday night while I was pregnant with her, I greatly desired one drenched in mustard. Waddled around with my fellow teammates at the bowling alley, I also squirted as much mustard as I could. On Sunday, one could find me making a huge batch of potato salad! I ate it for dinner, but it was not contained to the evening meal. I took it to lunch almost every day, and I think several mornings I had a big spoonful before I left for school!
The Little Yellow House on the Knoll
When we built what I thought was our home, I wanted it to have yellow siding. It was a farm house set on a small knoll overlooking a quaint pond. So many precious memories there. Although that yellow house is not mine any more, I can sit in my little yellow kitchen that has gathered so much family and smiles, and I am content.
First Signs of Spring
Looking out the window at the neighbor’s house this February, I saw some beautiful daffodils that bloomed early this year. I love to se their simple yellow color as the first signs of new life. They seem to bloom outwardly calling the other flowers to wake and spring out of their beds as well.
Sunrises
I believe my most favorite yellow thing is a gift given to me. Living by myself now, I have not spoken to anyone on my 6:50 drive to school. Sometimes, I find myself still a little sleepy or sinusy many days, but when I round a certain curve, I see it. I marvel at the sunrise!
Yes, the yellow things do overshadow the dog bites and bee sting moments of life because He loves us! Just like the Christian song says, “Lord, I’m amazed by You.” “You would paint the morning sky with miracles in mind. My hope will always stand (as) you hold me in your hand.”