Oryng

Folks round here say "oryng" or something close to that for orange...the color that, for me, defines fall.  I love the yellow's (yellr's) and red's...but oryng is my favorite.

 I've always loved the color oryng, but I think living at the end of Punkin'town (we don't pronounce the "mpki" in Pumpkintown here) road makes me love oryng all the more.  The same way folks here chuckle at us when we say we're harvesting our potatoes...they'd say taters...

This is my newly acquired punkin...it will be used for Thanksgiving and filled with a delectable meat stuffing spiced with cinnamon, cloves and nutmeg...a family tradition.  I'll tell you more about that when the magic happens.

Last night, we celebrated oryng with a meal of fresh mountain trout sprinkled with minced carrot greens for herbs, wild rice, our lovely fresh harvested oryng carrots roasted to perfection and a lovely squash bloom for garnish (we both ate it, delish!).

Outside our living room window, these lovely oryng leaves are preparing to drop...you could say they are red, but for today's purposes...oryng.

Visit ABCWednesday for more "O" posts!  In the meantime, I remember a family favorite joke...My brother would hold up a banana...he'd ask 'what's this' and the poor soul at the end of the joke would say banana....this went on for about 5 rounds.  Finally, he'd hold up an orange and say "oryng you glad I didn't say banana"?  Ha ha ha, we always cracked up with this silly joke (I think I got it right...close enough anyway)...it still makes me laugh out loud!

Thanks for reading my blog, you are the best f/f/r/s/f's, see you tomorrow,
Lise