"When the days are crisp and I'm walking to my office and the sugar maple has those butter-yellow leaves - I just stop in my tracks," Zelonis says. ❋ Unknown (2010)
Are we expected to connect the chairs somehow with the bees in the park, with their butter-yellow pollen? ❋ Unknown (2009)
His apartment was neutral, masculine gray, so the butter-yellow chair was jarring. ❋ Unknown (2009)
At her words, they turned and advanced towards them, large, rainbow-coloured, metallic guns clutched in butter-yellow gloves. ❋ Unknown (2011)
Most of the day he watched bees burrow into wide, welcoming squash blossoms, covered with butter-yellow pollen. ❋ Unknown (2009)
Yvie was standing just below the orchestra making notes on the score as they played and occasionally conferring with the conductor, who was dressed casually in a butter-yellow polo shirt and black trousers. ❋ Susan Boyle (2010)
Walking past the butter-yellow leather chair and sofa arrangement near the window, Borys muttered under his breath, then set the tray on the low table, a four-foot-wide slice of red oak polished to a shine. ❋ SHERRILYN KENYON (2010)
Damaris wore a butter-yellow dress that perfectly matched her soft hair and that was adorned with tiny seed pearls and creamy brown cat's-eye agates. ❋ Unknown (2010)
In vain she tries to remember the friendly voice, the soft hands, the scent of cookies, the laughing days at the house with the butter-yellow walls. ❋ Unknown (2010)
At the corner of Le Than Ton and Pasteur is a lovely butter-yellow colonial structure; the Hôtel de Ville (city hall), built in 1908, is now called the Ho Chi Minh City People's Committee Building. ❋ Unknown (2009)
On the front porch of a butter-yellow bungalow we find a woman rolling out disks of rice-flour dough with an old pop bottle for chai kueh, steamed dumplings filled with jicama, carrot and bean sprouts. ❋ Unknown (2009)
This is a swollen, dripping, butter-yellow organ that I could never with all my years of veterinary medicine identify as a liver if I hadnt been prewarned that thats what it is. ❋ Mark Caro (2009)
David Hagerman for The Wall Street Journal On the front porch of one butter-yellow bungalow you may find a woman making and selling chai kueh, steamed rice-flour dumplings filled with jicama, carrot and bean sprouts, and served with a tangy tomato-and-chili sauce. ❋ Unknown (2009)
On the back wall above a butter-yellow armoire, sits an old metal tub with sunflowers painted across its front. ❋ Unknown (2006)
