When I was very young, I had a hard time saying yellow.
It came out as “Lell-O.”
Jell-O with an L. Hello with an L.
I have vague memories of the Lell-O, but the correct pronunciation eventually made its way out of my mouth and all was right in the world.
Yellow was yellow again.
Yellow is not my favorite color and it’s not due to the long-ago missing Y.
It’s simply a matter of preferring jewel tones and black over the color of the sun.
Remember when bright yellow and neon green vehicles were in fashion?
Nope, not for me.
Have you ever painted an interior wall a shade of yellow?
I will never.
Yellow Harley?
Ackkk…nooooo.
Lemon Jell-O?
Well, I love lemon, but I really preferred the green Jell-O when mom would add cottage cheese, pineapple and cherries. Yum.
Yellow is not my thing.
Except…
In the case of a favorite yellow dress I owned when I was younger and a size smaller.
When yellow is next to purple in the flower garden. Or I come across a sea of black-eyed Susans.
Perhaps as a tasteful accent pillow or bumblebee Halloween costume.
Or if it provides a reason to write this post.
Today, on Labor Day in the U.S., I went for a bike ride on what has been a reoccurring route this summer. I haven’t had many opportunities to explore trails outside of the area due to schedules and work and other plans on the weekends. My road-racer brother texted me a couple of weeks ago that his two wheels have gone over 1,000 miles this summer. I had to text back that I made it over 100. He replied with, “Is that all?”
Yes, shut up. I’ll work on it during the next vacation.
I noticed a lot of yellow on this latest ride: Yellow flowers, yellow leaves, yellow machinery, yellow paint. The goldenrods were mightily blooming along the trails, which signals the coming of the next season. I’d rather not be reminded of the end of summer, but the days are getting shorter, the nights cooler and I’m getting conflicted over clothing choices.
Anyhow, I thought I would share the Lell-O that passed by as I rode the trails and streets on a warm September 2nd, when I didn’t have to go to work. Click on any photo to enter the gallery and read the captions for further pondering and amusement.
Mary J Melange 
Ah … you see, M-J, yellow is MY favourite colour ! But I forgive you. 😀
Ha! I knew someone would yell, “Hey I love that color!” And it was you. I hoped all the yellow in my post made you smile and I’m sure it had something to do with the forgiveness…right?
Right on !
Your 100 miles makes my total look anemic.I have high hopes for a few rides on the local trail now that some construction is wrapping up. I love the photos. The goldenrod is so pretty. Ours is just beginning to pop. I love finding black eyed susans.
In 1979, when I bought a Triumph Spitfire, the color choices were blue, green, yellow, red and white. Colors by Crayola. The yellow one looked like a banana.
You hit the nail on the head with Colors by Crayola. I just thought someone was smoking dope and declared, “Oh wow, look at the pretty colors!”
My brother must not have had much else to do this summer to bike over 1,000 miles. I couldn’t have if I tried.
I‘m with you. I’ve done several hundred, but nowhere near 1,000
Such lovely Lell-O! 😀
Yes, on a lovely day, Cheryl.
It’s more important to get out for a ride when you need to rather than just logging miles. Some miles are more important than others.
I agree. I am not one to see how many miles I can rack up, but would rather enjoy nature and my surroundings.
LOVE the yellow hydrant. 🙂 But, my mind got stuck on jello. I grew up eating jello, and my mother-in-law could make jello to die for. Here we are now, where the only place you see jello is a pot luck with seniors. 🙂
I haven’t eaten much jello in the last 10 years, but I loved it as a kid. We had it for dessert fairly often, along with pudding. Once in a blue moon I’ll have some jello, if offered at a non-senior potluck. 😉
When we spend the winter in SC, someone always brings a dish of jello to a dinner, and it is always one of the dressed up versions, and it’s gone in a minute.
There’s always a desire and room for jello! 🙂
I still say lello quite a bit. Lello IS my favorite. Most cars don’t look good in yellow. I was behind a yellow MG the other day and it looked like a toy. I thought “Any car my car could drive over is too small.”
I find yellow a hard color to live with in the house (too hot, too active, like your bright hot office wall). I do have some yellow in my house, but small bits. And I like to wear yellow.
Jewel tones have to be shiny to do anything for me, otherwise, I look like I’m playing dress up. LOL
So yeah, I’m diggin the goldenrod and the black-eyed Susans. Good on you, 100 miles! 😀
I sit with my back to the orange wall. I look at the off-white wall, a window and green plants. So, calm in the front, energy at the back. It seems to work well for me.
Classy cars are never ever yellow, but I bet a classy Joey is.
Is good for you!
When I was small, I wanted a yellow Stingray convertible. When I was 20, I wanted a yellow bug. These desires passed…
So mellow yellow. Like Chris Martin, your post makes me feel, “yellow.”
That’s a good song, Cindy, Coldplay is a favorite. I’ll be singing yellow in my head today. 🙂
This was lovely. I have similar views on yellow. I don’t have it in the garden unless it’s a creamy yellow or deep golden orange-y yellow. But in the right setting, and because they’re loved by wildlife, yellow flowers definitely deserve their place. I never wear yellow and wouldn’t buy anything yellow for the house, so this has made me realise perhaps I need to introduce more sunshine into my life! Oh, I own a yellow teapot!
A yellow teapot is good! You reminded me of a creamy yellow spring flower my mom and dad had when they lived in their house. It was so pretty and I was sad when the new owners went around the house with landscaping stone. Orange is another flower color I love next to purple, but I don’t seek it out for the patio. Maybe next year I’ll try something different.
A blog post that’s cheerful and bright on many levels 🙂
This has been a non-cycling summer for me. I know I didn’t come anywhere close to even 100 miles. There were just so many other things to do ….
I think today I might squeeze in a bike ride. I suddenly feel inspired 🙂
Go, Joanne, go! Take the bike out for a spin, ride safe, notice the colors, and you’ll be a happy pedal pusher. 🙂
{hangs head sheepishly} I ‘arted’ instead 😏
Hey, art is good too! 🙂
… and I’m super happy with my new completed piece 🙂
You may not prefer yellow but your photos are lovely. I remember Jell-O with pineapple and cottage cheese in it. Now there’s a recipe from another era.
Oh, what a pretty mural! Your yellows were very cheerful, so thank you! As for yellow walls, I always like a yellow kitchen. Got a yellow kitchen, now. And my kid youngest said lallo for the longest time!
You’re welcome Marian! I’m glad the many yellows brought you cheer. I was never a fan of yellow paint on walls or cars, but to each their own. It’s whatever color makes you happy! 💛