I live for meeting with men in suits. I love them because I know they had a really boring week and I walk in there in my orange velvet leggings and drop popcorn in my cleavage and then fish it out and eat it. I like that. I know I'm entertaining them, and I know that they know.
A jazz musician is a juggler who uses harmonies instead of oranges.
~ Benny Green
He hangs in shades the orange bright, like golden lamps in a green night.
~ Andrew Marvell
P i c t u r e s
The rose at top is Pat Austin; that's me with daughter Oneita at the Berkeley rose garden; artist husband's ceramic head vase; persimmons from our tree; Mrs. Oakley Fisher hybrid tea rose; perennial poppy.
I never thought much of the color orange until my daughter Oneita bought an orange silk blouse when she was in high school. From then on I've reveled in it's power to stimulate both settings and senses.
PS- As a young family, husband, first daughter and I, spent many happy times at the beautiful Berkeley rose garden. The space is a tiered amphitheater built brilliantly into a hillside. How I studied those roses- little knowing in later years that my life would be devoted to them.