This is my cat Vinny. He is orange and that makes him all the more lovable, although he could be green or grey and I would love him just the same. But being as orange as he is, it’s all the better. He and I like to read together, I read out loud and he whaps the book if I get tired and he wants more. He first fell in love (or so I believe) with literature when I read Harry Potter to him, late at night under the covers with a flash light (it’s not that there’s anyone to tell me I shouldn’t be up so late, but it makes the reading so much richer if I feel like I’m getting away with something). We were both pretty sad when the series ended, but he’s now a big fan of the Bunnicula series and we’re eager to get “Bunnicula meets Edgar Allen Crow”.
These are some the pumpkins harvested from the backyard garden. I love pumpkins for how orange and round they are. I sometimes wish people were orange and round, I think they might be happier and I know they’d get more hugs. I always want to hug pumpkins…just like I have to smell every candle in a store and laugh when I find a really nasty smelling one.
These are my bright orange sneakers…they match nothing I own and yet I wear them still. They tickle me and when I wear them I feel a bit more of a spring in my step and wonder if people know that orange sneakers automatically make a person feel good and warm…inside and out.