“Yellow is capable of charming God.” ~ Vincent Van Gogh
YELLOW BUTTERFLIES BRING HAPPINESS by Sharon Lask Munson When she relocated to her new home I gave my darling niece a teapot, bestowed lifelong advice -- every home needs a touch of yellow. Days later, a friend wrote she was wearing the butter-yellow sweater I gave her on a blustery day. There have been other yellows -- first daffodils of spring, summer sunflowers, my citron slicker, daisies -- he loves me, he loves me not, the gold ring on my finger. I slice fresh lemon for tea, spread local honey on toast, sing "My Only Sunshine." I admire the canary a friend keeps in her kitchen, the melody of his song. I remember Dagwood and Blondie in the Sunday funnies, snap up Atlantic Avenue and Marvin Gardens playing Monopoly, watch out for children as yellow school buses pull up to the curb. I bake lemon meringue pies, buy butter to spread on sweet corn, make goldenrod toast for Sunday night suppers, center the table with beeswax candles, keep curtains open as the moon rises.
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Just a touch of yellow, even a tiny bit, brings joy, sunshine, radiance, optimism, vitality, freshness, hope.
It’s almost impossible to be sad once yellow flutters in.
One Christmas when I was 10 or 11, I received a yellow cardigan — it had pretty scalloped trim around the collar, sleeves, and hem — and yarn covered buttons! How I loved it, even though it was usually too warm to wear it. The important thing is that it came from a favorite aunt who had excellent taste in all things. Her gift made such an impression on me that I’m still thinking about it over 50 years later.
Like Munson, I, too, rejoice at those first spring daffodils (the only flowers we have that are deer proof), and I love all things butter, baking delectable treats with it, melting it over popcorn, spreading it on warm biscuits or toast. It simply makes everything taste better. Hello, beautiful butter, my lifelong friend. You can make me ecstatic with a single pat.
This poem also made me think of my parents. My dad’s favorite pie was lemon meringue, and though there were no sunflowers in our yard, we had cheery oncidium orchids and an abundance of yellow plumeria thanks to my mom’s green thumb. Yellow plumeria lei for May Day and Aloha Week — such good memories!
