Yellow has pushed its busy way forward the past few weeks: throwing its hair around and dancing in the fields as the rape seed flowers burst open. The fields are washed with the stuff which curtsies to and flirts with the perpetual gun metal of the sky. The orchestra would certainly be playing yellow cocktail music.
And there has been an outburst of repainting double lines on the roads round here but NOT the usual colour. Primrose yellow instead. I’m sure there must be good taste and rules of spectroscopy behind this but it looks rather wishy-washy, even apologetic.
For the truest yellows head to a well planted car park in a prosperous area. I was in one yesterday with quarter of an hour to spare and found the opportunity to stare into some incredible yellows down the acid end of the spectrum.
Some of it was new foliage. Yew and box break into new leaves with a searing greeny yellow. Almost edible is Pittosporum tenuifolium ‘Tom Thumb’
for black leaves with zingy green leaflets. Philadelphus coronarius ‘Aureus’
rolls out a fanfare for sherbet lemon.
Epemidium, clothed the rest of year in a leaf pattern for a sporty dowager, shows a little bit of ankle, so to speak: acid in flowers tentatively rising above those leaves. But the plant that almost wrenches your head off is Euphorbia wulfenii.
Clumps of these shook themselves at me, would not hold still, have clout by virtue of their size, dinosaur stems and bracts and incredible in your face acid.