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.
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Just in from the garden cleaning up all the broken terra cotta planters I forgot to bring in from the cold last fall - I was busy, blogging probably.
Yes.
Terra cotta is a non-native species.
Think of it as a cd replication of one of your favorite live performances, or a Picasso litho on the wall.
You are just going to have to live with that, Frank. Let’s face it, the lenses of your eyeglasses are plastic. Probably the titanium frames as well.
Never, however, compromise on your beer. Always drink from a glass bottle with a real straw.