Helena Writes #10: On yellow(s) and time travel through imagery
The snow has at last melted here. Three solid days of rain, and the daffodils are bursting!
In the days before I painted flowers from my garden, and also in the days before my investigation of the use of yellow grew deep enough to dazzle me, I’d take note of the daffodils I’d brought up here, from my garden on Long Island, and how they poked through the leaves first, the garden still bedraggled and delinquent...