If the blues are the colour of sadness, then surely the yellows must belong to happy!
Possibly my feelings for yellow developed after visiting the Chagall exhibit - go see it if you can as it is open until July.
For this April's trip to Paris, I would have to say the colour of spring was indeed yellow.
I saw flashes of it everywhere.
From regular yellows to florescent.
In all sorts of materials including leather.
As a cookie.
Even the occasional pie.
I didn't even realise I was loving the yellow until I reviewed my photos.
I am truly inspired and motivated to add a little yellow to my life here at home.
I'll start in the garden.