The cottonwoods in the backyard are all bright yellow in their foliage. In the afternoon sun, it illuminates the entire back of the house with a warm, yellow glow. Yellow, yellow, yellow.
(I can’t find any synonyms for “yellow” in my thesaurus.)
Of course, it also means that I really need to rake leaves again this weekend. But, for the moment, I’ll take it as a Neat Thing In My Life.
Yellow.