terra cotta? notta chance…
Beth makes mud pies while I blog. Today she’s finishing up the outdoor planters, stuffing annuals into urns. On the front porch there’s a beautiful vase shaped thing, dull brick red.
"Terra cotta?" I asked.
"Not." She replied.
"Don’t you wish it was real instead of plastic?" My question goes to some deep seated value regarding "real" things versus "plastic" things. I just like stone and earth better than petrostuff.
"No way," she replied. "If it was terra cotta it would weigh a ton, I couldn’t have left it outdoors all winter, it would be liable to crack, I couldn’t move it around. Why would I wish it was heavy and fragile? Plastic foam is fine. Doesn’t it look nice?"
And of course it does. After all I had just asked her if it was terra cotta.