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I have recently discovered that for some reason my Photos app has been issuing the same number for different photos. When I looked up the number of this first photo to see if I’d previously published it on my blog, I was surprised to see that although I hadn’t, I had published two other photos by the same number. They were so varied that I decided when I find such oddities, I’m going to publish the various photos. So here, folks, are photos # 6212!!! Could they be more different? Well, actually, the photo of Zoe curled up in a box the day after she popped up in my life does looks a bit like the orange curled up in its exploded skin, but don’t know what that snowy egret is doing in the bunch.
This particular hibiscus is not in my garden. I had to stop the car to photograph it in Mirasol!!
For Cee’s FOTD prompt
For Life in Color: 74 Terracotta
The luscious-looking dessert on that orange table top is capirotada, a traditional bread pudding with fruit that is made during Lent in Mexico.
For Cee’s Midweek Madness Challenge: Orange
You Can Have All the Oranges
Pink’s been reserved for babies. Black and blue are much abused.
You need only look at nature to see green’s been overused.
You would not like the fuchsia, it is gaudy and distracting.
And yellow’s like an ingenue who’s been caught overacting.
White’s not really there at all and scarlet is too flashy.
Tan can be depressing. Gold lamé is simply trashy.
Silver strands among the gold by some are found distressing.
Flesh a color that’s best seen only while undressing.
Gray is simply nondescript. It looks like white that’s dirty,
and day-glo colors best reserved for people under thirty.
Deep purple is too moody and mauve is also glum,
as are other purples like heather, puce and plum.
Taupe’s a mousy color—too boring to be worn,
and gold they’re holding in reserve for bankers (and for corn.)
But you can have the oranges from tangerine to peach—
all the tints and shades and tones that are within your reach.
Pluck oranges from the color tree a dozen at a time.
I’ve no use for a color that has no words that rhyme.
This silly poem came about as a result of a family story much-told. When my mother and father made a trip to Appalachia, they were waiting at a train station and saw a woman with a number of children. One little boy was especially fussy and kept pulling at a lumpy and heavy-looking bag that his mother was carrying in the arm that wasn’t holding the baby. The train was pulling into the station and that little boy was balking and holding up their progress toward the train platform when the mother called out to him in a harried voice, “You can have all the ahr-anges you wants when you git on the train!” It has been a much-used family saying ever since, especially useful when someone is holding up the act!
My ending line actually came about as I was trying to find a word to rhyme with orange and realized there weren’t any. I believe it is somewhat famous for this fact. Well, that and the sunset!
And koolkosherkitchen brought this other “orange” poem from two years ago to my attention as well: https://judydykstrabrown.com/2015/03/22/hue-bris/
The prompt word today was orange.