Orange is for the traffic cones that protect the school children from the SUVs in the ‘drop-off’ lane, despite living within walking distance of the building.

Orange is for the monarch butterfly, whose trek from the Rocky Mountains to the southern regions of Mexico is nothing sort of extraordinary.

Orange is for Zoey, friend to Elmo, providing an outlet for preschool girls to enjoy Sesame Street.

Orange is for my bottle of Fanta, because the cafeteria was out of grape.

Orange is for the mythical traffic light, seen as your car is racing through an intersection, used to attempt to explain yourself after the police pull you over for not stopping properly.

Orange is for the carrots that I put on my salad, in order to shed a few… err, dozen… pounds.

Orange is for those expensive bell peppers that the grocery store sells along with the red, yellow ones for more exotic shish kabobs.

Orange is for Wheaties, whose box has graced our kitchen tables at breakfast-time for decades.

Orange is not just oranges.