Sunshine Challenge #2

Orange. Well, it's the new black, so they say.

Which reminds me that we watched, I dunno, three seasons of Orange is the New Black, ran out of DVDs and never bothered to get back to it. There was much to like about the show—not least, so many women!—and the primary thing to dislike was the leading character, who was whiny, annoying and frequently stupid. I did enjoy it, but obviously, not enough to keep going.

There have been a lot of shows like that. Game of Thrones—I watched some while at my sister's, but had no urge to make the effort to continue when I got home. Dexter, which I was very dubious about even getting into, but which was horribly fascinating for quite a while. We stopped watching at the end of…. eh, one of the seasons, and I carefully forgot to remember to order the next season, because on the whole, a 'good' serial killer isn't really my kind of hero.

We were very fond of Bones at one point, even though it is ridiculous, but again, it wore itself out. Castle, too. The Good Wife, not sure why we stopped bothering with that, but, well, we did. Despite Christine Baranski *and* Alan Cumming, even. Hmm. Might have to see about that one. I suppose my problem is that I don't very often care much about leading characters, which is a bit of a handicap when watching the show that is about, say, an awesome female lawyer. Or possibly, I don't have the concentration to watch good shows. Perhaps I'm improving in that respect.

Have you given up on good shows because you stopped caring, or couldn't concentrate?

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Back to orange. I approve of orange. I actually look quite good in orange, and have a couple of orange tops and a casual-ish skirt suit which I never wear. My adored Lance also looks good in orange, though I don't see him in it nowadays. I love the colour for decoration, in theory, although as I am looking around my living room, which is filled with pictures in shades of red, brown and gold metallics, there is not a lot of orange in the mix. Odd, that. There are a couple of glass baubles hanging in the window, both basically orange coloured—and someone at Camp Sparkle guessed which bauble was mine because of the colour. Fair enough. My current knitting project includes orange, and my next is a ball of vivid variegated orange yarn for which I have high hopes.

But it's not a colour that crops up that often, is it? I've been contemplating my garden (the garden I'd like to have, rather than the one I actually have), and aside from the crocosmia which might, possibly, spike out some flowers at some point, there isn't anything orange in either garden, actual or imagined. Well, maybe an occasional pumpkin. Orange flowers exist, certainly, but I'm not planning to plant any. I walk past marigolds and such when we venture into town and they make a wonderfully bright splash of joyfulness in any flower border, but most flowers aren't orange. Orange blossom isn't orange!

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There is an Orange story in the Chronicles, too.

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There is a bird meowing in the garden. Seriously, it sounds like an aggrieved feline. Odd.