More than any other color, orange is a color on the edge. It is the color of change between the heat of summer and the cold of winter. Orange has a true duality. In the early Christian church, orange was a symbol of glory and the fruits of the earth. It brings up images of citrus, pumpkins, and flame. But for leaves, their dying color is not black, but orange. Can you think of any dying thing that’s more beautiful? Most people either hate or love this color. Which are you? Someone once said “Orange is red brought down to humanity.” According to the Miriam-Webster dictionary, the color made its appearance in the 14th century. It is not mentioned anywhere in the Bible. Not one of their primary colors, for sure. I’ve read that back around that time, people used the Madder root to produce a whole spectrum of red colors including orange, russet, and brown. But the orange dye produced by the madder root was not colorfast, so orange clothes were worn by the lower classes. Here are some pictures that I took around town. I think they are cheery and uplifting. The last one is a happy orange vision of our granddaughter, AnneMarie.
When the frosts are in the valley,
And the mountain tops are grey,
And the choicest buds are blighted,
And the blossoms die away,
Blessed are those who listen
And those who understand.
As a loving Father whispers,
"This is coming from my hand";
Blessed are you if you trustWhere you cannot understand.