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Mellow Yellow.

Posted on: November 21, 2009

Yellow.  Apparently it’s the first colour a newborn baby can recognise.  It speaks to me of straightforward happiness, and joy.

These flowers were growing in the walled garden at Carisbrooke Castle, on the Isle of Wight.  It was one of those bright, sunny days, with big contrasts between light and shade.  As we sat drinking coffee, a ladybird appeared on my right shoulder.  It was a startling sight flying through the air – a flurry of wings.  When I gently tried to get rid of it, it didn’t seem to want to leave – roaming from one hand to the other, tickling my skin in the process.  It seemed to be enjoying my company.  For some reason I found this very touching. 

A little later, high up on the walls, we found a Red Admiral butterfly, basking in the sunshine.  Every time I felt it must fly off, because I was bending so near to it, and less than a foot away – and was not staying all that still – it stayed put.  Just opening and closing its wings drowsily. 

‘Are we in the Garden of Eden?’ somebody asked, half joking.  Everything felt so lovely and harmonious.  Nature and man not frightened of one another.  And being in the castle buildings, or walking on the walls, was a protecting kind of experience in itself.  (I always feel secure in a castle, even though I know the whole reason for them has to do with warfare.)

The castle has a donkey well, manned by a donkey treading a wheel.  As we admired some of the donkeys who were off-duty, someone pointed out the markings on their backs.  Two long lines, in the form of a cross.

When Jesus rode a donkey in triumphal procession, on the first Palm Sunday, I’m sure he didn’t spoil the atmosphere by looking downcast, or having a pained expression.  Instead, he obviously approved of what the crowds were doing.  (‘If they keep quiet, the stones will cry out’!)  I’m really struck that he was able to enter into the spirit of the occasion.  Even though he must have known that very soon, he would be crucified. 

Happy days like the one at the castle are great to look back upon.  Isn’t it humbling to think that one of the reasons Jesus went to the cross, was so we could have memories like this to treasure?

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  • Carole: Beautiful!
  • Amy: Sounds like a beautiful color and dress. And I would love to see a picture of that tree! I do love trees of all kinds, and you make some great points
  • Amy: What a beautiful poem or song to God, love it! We're exciting to see spring here up in the northeast after a long, cold, snowy winter! Blessings, A

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