I come in many forms But my main rule remains true: With my bubbles and my pictures I’ll tell a story for you

I am used on the slopes, the waves and the street. I head corporations, non profits and schools. In a game of my type, the walk with my name can be pricey. Don’t misspell me or you’ll lose interest.

I gave my name to leaves in fall, pumpkins, pylons, basketballs. The hue itself? No linguistic root, It's named for me, the sunny fruit

I'm a sound that makes mouths water, especially when it comes to grill marks. You hear me before you taste me, a promise rising with the smoke.

I can be wooden, or metal strong, I hold things together, all day long, A picture's place, or a window's seat, I'm the border, that keeps things neat.