Ode to Orange

My dad had coppery auburn hair when he was younger and he did not like it if anyone said his hair was red or orange. "My hair is golden," he would insist, only half joking. I feel fine saying both my boys have red hair (though is often looks more honey colored to me), but putting them next to the pumpkins with the orange in their sweaters you can really see how often orange is the best descriptor. Fine with me. I love orange. It seems warm and bouncy, or maybe that's just my boys.



P.S. For some great fall photos check out my friend, Angie's , blog. Her girls may me want to rake some leaves.