1:02 pm
Preference for color can be a very personal thing.  Whole books are devoted to colors, from predicting your personality through your favorite colors to getting ahead in business by the colors you wear.  According to the experts, I am a spring --  which means I am supposed to wear lots of pastels and stay far away from black.  I can't even pronounce the word pastel correctly and the only time I pay attention to it is at Easter when I'm decorating the Easter baskets.

The only light color I wear with any regularity is beige (I hate beige) and black is a staple of my wardrobe.  I guess I wouldn't mind a nice butter yellow, though.

Mostly I wear earth colors.  Dark green, navy blue, rust and orange.  All colors, by the way, I'm not supposed to wear.  I'm just starting to wear more navy and midnight blues, mostly at work.  Black and beige (I hate beige) are the main base to my wardrobe, because black goes well with anything and I seem to keep finding the cutest clothes, except all in beige (I hate beige).  I also like just about anything in the red-orange-yellow end of the spectrum (not fuchia!)  I will only wear purple if it is a royal purple.

I used to hate my bedroom with a passion and the light fixture in particular was the antithesis of my existence.  I wanted a light blue paint on the walls and a fixture with roses on it to replace the one with yellow daisies on it (it was there when we moved in).  My mother insisted that she knew what I wanted and I did not, so I got light yellow walls and the fixture with the daisies stayed.  That bedroom stood for all I could not have in my life (like simple light blue paint, ah teenage angst).

I moved out, got married, had something of a life.  I got to love sunflowers and my birthstone (by the way, topaz) and many other beautiful yellow things.  Many years later I went into my old room (now a storage room) to look for something.  I happened to look up at the light fixture I used to hate so much and lo and behold what should appear?  Look closer, those aren't daisies (which, by the by, I do like now) but sunflowers, my favorite.  The joke's on you, Bluebird!

4:47 pm
March is the month of yellow and green.  The new grass is instantly knee high and the mustard makes the fields look endless and the vinyards look like a baby's quilt with the vines as the stitching.  Traveling to get Lorelei on the weekends, I mark the month by the color of the flowers.  March is the month of yellow and green.