Orange never has been, nor will it be, among my favorite colors. Once, in high school, mom did my room in orange and hot pink - my choice - but other than that, it's been near the bottom.
Unless it's Spring in South Texas.
Today, I took a curve, and there was a yard FULL of Indian Paintbrush flowers.
I think it's a preview of the Spring to come - Glorious.
Thank You, Father.
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