Because when I was little, orange was his favorite color and my favorite color.
Orange makes me think of the fishing lures we painted and tied together and the bobbers he'd put on my line when we fished with them.
Orange makes me think of the orange sodas he'd let me get out of the pop room of the old hospital he worked at.
Orange makes me think of the Christmas lights he'd put up on our home each year.
And the fresh carrots he'd let us pull up out of his garden and eat.
Orange also makes me think of that rabbit that bit me....and my Daddy's anger over it hurting his little girl.
Orange makes me think of the hunting vest I wore the time that he took me hunting and patiently listened to me talk, sing and cheer the entire time.
Orange makes me think of Tang and how he loved a big thermos of tang to keep him cool when he was working outside.
Orange makes me think of the halter he used to have on his buckskin horse when we rode together out on "the land"...and the time we got lost and came out on the highway well past the Country Club.
Orange makes me think of my Daddy.
And all the wonderful memories I'm thankful to have of him and with him.