And it was all yellow...
There is not much to occupy my eyes while driving through Kansas and Eastern Colorado. Corn field gives way to corn field which yeilds to sod farm or, if you are really lucky, a cow pasture. Howeer, during one long stretch of highway 40, the "Sunflower State" lived up to its nickname, giving me fields of sunflowers. Vast seas of nodding blossoms prodiving french fry oil, bird seed, and trail mix ingredients. These monstrous captives in the fields were taunted by their smaller, wild cousins growing in great profusion along the sides of the road and laughing in the face of the cars rushing by. I came around a curve in the road and thousands of petals flew from the flowers and turned the highway into a ticker-tape parade. Yellow confetti trapped itself under my windshield wipers where I could see they were not petals at all, but an exhultation of butterflies.
As I continued west, the tame Helianthus in their fields of sunshine gave way to the sagebrush of the desert, but it was decided that today was a yellow day so the olive-drab of the sage was refreshed by rabbitbush, mule's ear, and asters galore. Yellow is a color to cut through the gloom of your brain even under the influence of a twelve hour drive. I think that's why I painted my car yellow!
As I continued west, the tame Helianthus in their fields of sunshine gave way to the sagebrush of the desert, but it was decided that today was a yellow day so the olive-drab of the sage was refreshed by rabbitbush, mule's ear, and asters galore. Yellow is a color to cut through the gloom of your brain even under the influence of a twelve hour drive. I think that's why I painted my car yellow!