I think I like the yellow foliage even better than red or orange. There’s something regal and rich with the blue peeking through so tenderly and the dark contrast of the branches. We were there at just the right time: not the very beginning of the color changes, but well before the peak.
I’ve just used ‘peek’ and ‘peak’ in the same paragraph. I keep seeing the wrong ones used in print, and have to think about it. Never used to have to think about it, but at least there is still something that jars me into alertness.
Back to colors, though. Yellow is sometimes considered difficult for painters. It has to be pristine. It is too easy for it to become muddy. But nature has no problem with that. More yellow to come…
Then there is the pique of missing a peek at the peak of leaves in their glory.
Ha! I love it!
Love your logic. In regards to yellow, I always thought it rather dull in comparison or the red and orange. But then I lived where there were aspens. Seeing quaking aspens in whether green or yellow is truly awesome to behold. Or perhaps I should call them golden!
Is that why it’s Golden, Colorado?
Gee, never thought about that. But, maybe! I fell in love with aspens in the summertime in Los Alamos, New Mexico.