i went with the little kids to a huge root pile and found these treasures.
i kept trying to figure it out…
surely this can’t be natural…
maybe my sunglasses are altering the color…
maybe these were painted…
oh man, i think it’s the real thing…
i think these sticks are orange…
as orange as a pumpkin…
the wonder, mystery, beauty and creativity
of god is wider for me…again.
for the record: there was no editing of these photos…only the mid day sunshine.
prairie daze 
Okay, I swear, I saw a tree just yesterday with orange bark. Like a sycamore kind of. Not as tall, and different leaves, but with the same kind of peely bark. Only where there should be white, it was orange! What on earth?
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Aren’t these osage orange roots? I may be imagining it, but I know I’ve seen these roots before.
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oh yes, my steady husband looked at me and said, “well, yeah, they’re orange…they’re roots.” so yes, i think they are roots and i assume osage orange…but i am still stunned, stunned, stunned by their color.
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Ever since I read this post, I’ve been wondering, “Where is THE root pile?” Today, I took the “back roads” to work and had an a-ha moment–a near collision and an a-ha moment! I saw the swatches of bright orange poking out every once in a while.
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Oh my! So pretty!
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