Gray

Gray day. Gray mood. Maybe I'll go back to bed. Later.

Anyway, how about a little writing to brighten things up?

February 27--William de Morgan, Earthenware tiles. Grace was drawn to the box of tiles shoved under a wobbly table at the back of the junk shop. She and Aaron were redoing their kitchen and she had stopped in to see if she could find some old door hardware to replace the shiny brass modern stuff they had. Then she noticed the tiles. They all had white backgrounds. that was good, plain white tiles were the cheapest so these would fit in. two of them had red designs, one a sunflower, the other was a big bird with a sea serpent in its talons. Odd but acceptable, Grace thought. The other seven tiles had more natural colors--blues, greens, yellows--but they looked like they were painted by one of the surrealists, maybe Dale. They looked like the second generation of irradiated plants with fantastic shapes and outrageous blooms. Grace loved them and when she discovered that they were one dollar apiece she loved them even more.

Off to get dressed to meet a knitting friend for tea.
--Barbara