Red, with a hint of orange.
Tomatoes everywhere; tomatoes covering the kitchen table, ripe and ready for preserving; in jars-canned just last week: jars of tomatoes, jars of Italian sauce, jars of salsa; in the pot simmering to be placed in freezer bags, saved for cold winter days.
These last days of summer are spent preparing. Scripture flits through my mind, and I have a melody to a tune of praise that is flowing through my spirit:
"Open ye the floodgates that the King of Glory might come in.
Who is this King of Glory?
The LORD of Hosts,
He is the King of Glory!"
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