Once I met a girl named Mary H., who lived in Atlanta. What I remember most about Mary is
that she liked cinnamon in her coffee (before we'd ever heard of Starbucks) and loved
the color lavender-blue. I asked her if lavender-blue wasn't a shade of purple, actually.
She explained that lavender blue, applied correctly, is lavender or blue, depending upon light, and perception.
She took me to her house, which had a lavender-blue room. Sure enough,
the walls changed with the light, and with our points of view.
I learned a bit about brushstrokes, and the nature of how paint reflects light
Lavender Blue Poppet is for Mary H.
