Jaundiced

The past few days have been yellow-themed but not the sweet buttery yellow of lemon curd and stoneware bowls. This yellow is more the weedy yellow of waning vegetation.

There are tiny yellow clover flowers hiding in the yard and strange dandelion variants littering the edges. There is even a large, bold weed that sprang up overnight near the black-eyed susans and is shyly hiding soft star flowers under its leaves. Two late coreopsis flowers are tangled in their own foliage. Two days ago, I saw a little, rare yellow bird flitting on the neighbor’s fence and watched it nervously circle from fence to post to fence across the street then back again.

Fiona found fistfuls of yellow flowers and decorated the bushes. I made a braid of chartreuse bishop’s goutweed to deck them with. The foliage in the side yard is growing speckled. The neighbors pool, unfiltered, waxes and wanes between clear and algal. The bleeding heart, struggling all summer, loses more chlorophyll. I will welcome the brown and red days to come.