Goldenrod evokes memories of yesterday. It's more than color really. It changes time.
It is only within the last couple years as my children are broad jumping into young adulthood that I feel our own memories being edged into that lovely goldenrod journey. I've come across pictures of my childhood that as if overnight look a little yellow around the edges. Has it really been that long since my mother would sit and sew and listen to John Denver as my sister and I would be making big plans with her scraps?
This is a pretty color, perhaps added into our lives softly to encourage us to find beauty in all we do.