Thinking about the color grey lately.

Sort of an indeterminate blend of two already-absent shades. Grey sea, grey clouds, grey stone, grey pigeons, grey whales, grey dolphins. The old grey Manxman in Moby Dick.

Grey is the servant of the other colors.

On a walk over the weekend in South County, passed a greenish silver-grey tree with scarlet berries, which I thought was some kind of willow, but Sarah said it was probably an autumn olive, an invasive species on the East Coast, almost indistinguishable from the Russian olive.