Automne dans les Aux Arcs – C’est Orange!

Ok – so I don’t speak French. I took three years in high school and struggled through it. One day my teacher, Madame Sprott commented on my sweater – “Oooooo! C’est orange!” It’s been stuck in my head for over 30 years. Whenever I hear the word “orange” I can still hear her voice as she noted the color of my sweater. It was the kindest thing she ever said to me. She was pretty ambivalent about me, but that sweater…..I digress. Sorry.

Orange is a color that moves me. I feel invigorated in an orange room. I like orange clothes. It’s a color that I don’t just see, I feel it.



The maples and sassafras go through an orange stage on the way to red, but orange looks best on them.



There’s a perfect shade of orange that happens just before brown. The sunshine makes it sing.



Orange in the sunlight makes my soul sing.


Don’t miss out on the orange, it’s here and then it’s gone.

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