Sometimes, I just want to feast my eyes on blue. Blue and white. Blue and anything. Such a soothing color. Promotes tranquility.
Blue by candlelight. The flame dancing in front of a blue and white plate I picked up somewhere.
A blue jay in the yard perched on the wood fence.
Old crocks. All rimmed in blue. I pick them up at garage sales for a song. Love these crocks.
I wonder where the saying came from: feeling blue. Blue is a happy color. Why wouldn’t they say: feeling brown. Feeling black. Why blue?
Sleeping on blue and white embroidered pillows. Covering up with a blue quilt. Going to sleep and dreaming of blue skies. Fluffy white clouds. Joy, for me, is a deep cobalt blue.