At times it is red.
It has been blue many times.
Lately, my favorite color has been yellow.
As winter was turning to spring this year, I felt like my living room was dark and dreary. I needed some color to brighten it up.
I needed yellow.
One place stated that the color yellow means this:
In the meanings of color in color psychology, yellow is the color of the mind and the intellect. It is optimistic and cheerful. However it can also suggest impatience, criticism and cowardice.
I like how this picture puts it:
One of the cheeriest flowers in my garden is the Moonbeam Coreopsis.
Paul does a Color Coding test with his students, and I have taken it many times. My color is always Yellow, and it means:
Need to be noticed and have fun. They love life, social connections, and being positive and spontaneous.
Another favorite flower of mine is the Sunflower. I think I will actually have some bloom in my garden this year. This photo is of a field of sunflowers north of Spokane, Washington.
One of the first signs of spring is the happy daffodils.
Daffodils always remind of the William Wordsworth poem "Daffodils" that I had to memorize when I was in Mrs. Tregoning's sixth grade class.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
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