I can’t think of too many things that cheer me up in the same way yellow flowers do. I think it has something to do with the rambling, yellow roses on our farm that used to bloom around my birthday each year when I was a kid. It always seemed as though they bloomed just for me.
Hedge roses are also tough enough to survive in their corner of my neglected garden. These keep blooming, in spite of me.
What does this have to do with writing? Blogging authors ask that a lot, don’t they. Well, frankly, this post doesn’t have much to do with anything except yellow flowers. I hope you like them.