In a sea of seemingly endless yellow – they taunt me, reminding me of a time – when I was young.
The colors of blue and yellow were always too much for me to ignore. Despite their short lastings, I would pick them – and a day later, their yellow petals would drop off, leaving behind a fine layer of yellow dust.
Amanda always arranged the flowers with great ease, putting just the right amount of green to accent the flowers, while I struggled with getting the lengths of the stems right. Somehow I always ended up with a cup of “Floating flower heads.” She always told me to cut the stems longer – and I never listened. The one time I did I uprooted the entire flower.
Walking down the road, I saw them. Yellow and blue. The colors, they still excite me today.
“Pick me!” they cried. Despite my best intentions, I gave in.
And I cut the stems way too small.