I’ve faced a lot of fear in my lifetime. Bitten by a water moccasin snake; accidentally found a bear’s den in Florida; unknowingly ran over a fallen tree in Georgia—with a black bear under it; attacked by a400-pound “pet” lion; kicked in the face by my horse when I fell off while he was bucking; spent a lot of years working two and three jobs to support a child as a single parent, never knowing if there would be a next meal; back surgery, knee surgery, hip surgery, 2 ½ month stay in the hospital with an infection—and yet—out of all these—the color orange scares me to death.
I love orange as a color. The favorite place where I ever lived was a mobile home in the desert of Lovelock, Nevada. The kitchen was frosted orange and touches of orange were repeated in every room. It was a clean, refreshing color and I inhaled a deep breath of satisfaction every time I walked into my home. Even now, I remember it as a place of dreams—both the desert and the trailer with the orange decor.
Orange flowered dresses and clothes; orange cars and vans; orange handled kitchen appliances; orange fruits and veggies; orange doggie toys; orange towels. No problem. It’s when the orange creeps outside that I panic—orange flowers on the wild lilies; orange leaves on the trees. The end of summer.
I hate winter. I hate cold. No matter how adequate my clothes or how many layers I don—I hate winter weather. Yet, every year—the wild orange lily blooms and the trees release their beautiful verdant leaves and go orange…and I go scared.
It’s that time of the year again, the flowers turn orange, my heart turns sad—and I wish I could bring back the childhood fears of facing bears and lions instead of facing another winter.
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6 thoughts on “Fear of Orange”
I hate winter too. The trees are starting to change and turn orange.
Here in the UK also! Not happy. But still joyful – the joy of the Lord is our strength.
I’m the opposite since living in the south. I love winter. It’s a lot easier for me to put on more clothes than to take off my skin, as I’d love to in the summer here. The winters here are not bad like they were in the north. But I understand your feelings, Steph. Have lots of warm drinks on hand, and a cozy, fuzzy blanket. Cuddle up with your honey and furbaby. You can do this. God will help you through it, my dear friend.
Thanks, Sharon. I’m fine inside – it’s all the trips outside walking the dog and running errands. But I’m glad people who like cold get a season in which to enjoy it.
Greetings. I’m not a fan of winter either. But I might dislike summer even more, though I’m not positive about that. Really hot summers anyway, such as the one we’re reaching the end of here in Pennsylvania. Neil S.
To be fair, God designed changes in the season so that everyone gets some of their favorite days. God bless you. Have a good next season…every season.