Displays of wooden tulips and bright feather dusters. . . . A recent slow and meandering journey through the Byward Market was a feast for the eyes and spirit at this time of year when there is so little color to be seen in the exterior landscape.With no conscious thought or effort whatsoever on my part, the old eyes are constantly on the prowl for vibrant colour, particularly reds, golds, greens and purples, and whenever I discover one of those shades in my travels, I put on the personal brakes and drink it all in rapturously. The colour craved can form part of almost anything: a cardboard carton of rice at the local organic market, an inexpensive acrylic water tumbler, a plastic package of hair ornaments, a bin of brightly coloured rubber toys. It really doesn't matter - I just crave colour, and this is definitely a seasonal "thing".
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