Yellow

Winter was inching its way toward springtime as we’ve  traveled north through the central coast the last few days. Usually we relish the rolling foothills that have turned from camel tans to emerald green, but this year the accents of yellow have captured my attention. Particularly the flowering yellow mustard; some crowding along a wooden fence line bordering an emerald pasture, other mustard overflowing grassy culverts like random bouquets or standing sentry along rows of pruned vineyards.

I began to notice yellow accents everywhere. Ice plant blooming with pale yellow flowers on groundcovered slopes along the Monterey Peninsula, buttercups and daffodils volunteering in vacant lots in counterpoint to pompom yellow Banksia roses and sweet broom cascading over gray freeway retaining walls along the East Bay.

Even the hotel’s oversized photos of gerbera daisies, parrot tulips and an unfurling heart of a yellow rose caught my attentions as well as yellow kalanchoe shaded under pygmy palms and primroses nestled between flowering ornamental cabbage on the verge of going to seed. But the managed, manmade yellow accents couldn’t hold a candle to the exuberance of mustard seeds awakening to welcome a special springtime.

My sister-in-law Betty has a created a lovely Lenten devotional this year inspired by years of enjoying winter get-aways in the desert. One of her short pieces includes the following quote by Don Ian Smith, “A creator who can keep the spark of life alive in a seed, in a shallow, dry, hot soil of the desert for years and years if need be, while waiting for that special springtime when the rains come can certainly bring back to life in me…qualities of life that we may have considered dead and forgotten.”
 
Are there seeds inside you, as Betty would say, that have “settled into the dry soil of bitterness” or become “tangled in the thorns of the past?” Have you enjoyed a special springtime when “the rains” have brought you back to life? Or returned qualities of life you thought were dead and forgotten? What would bloom in your personal springtime if you were to attend to the spark of seed-life alive within you? What shade of yellow would it be? How will it accent your life?
 
Keep an eye open for the yellow. What do you see?
 
  

 

 
 
 
 

 

 

 
 
 
 
 

 

5 comments to Yellow

  • Marie Hague

    Your message makes me homesick for the suns of California although the grass and flowers here are spectacular. Hyde Green is carpeted with crocus, snowdrops are still blooming, forsythia brightens a dull day, blossom is clothing the plum trees and the daffodils are as beautiful as ever.

    I enjoy your life affirming blogs.

    Marie

  • Lee Hodges

    Gold! The golden yellow of sunflowers, that I bought at the farmers market 10 days ago, which are still brightening up my kitchen window, remind me of the eternal golden streets we will walk in heaven. Because of Jesus, I have the same future to anticipate that Don Piper has, who wrote “90 Minutes in Heaven”. His description of the streets of gold matches that in Revelation 21:21.I can only imagine the golden glow that will permeate the celestial city.
    I love the photo you took of the vineyards full of yellow mustard, it looks like a rolling tapestry!

  • Dana Thompson

    The hills turn green after the first rains, but it is yellow that wakes me up to the coming of spring. All of a sudden the acacias along Summit Rd. in the Santa Cruz Mountains turn yellow, and before long the daffodils that neighbors have planted along that road are up and blooming. A wonderful sight, even on a rainy day. My garden is also full of yellow daffodils, a great contrast to the blue blooming rosemary, neither of which the deer like to eat. Enjoy!

  • Deanna J Bowling

    Over the years, I thought it would be a good idea to go back to school after I retired. As time went on, the thought lost interest for me.

    Yesterday, my psychiatrist wouldn’t end my session with him until I came up with a plan for “establishing more baskets for me to put my eggs in”. I am not an artist like Lynne or many others are, and I can’t “carry a tune in a basket”. But I do like to write, but could use a lot of training in order to write better..

    So, yesterday I added to my to-do-list, contacting Ventura College to see what they have available in the way of classes.

  • Sara Blackburn

    Daffodils are everywhere right now. Their bright yellow is always a signal that winter is really over and spring has arrived. Love it!

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