I love the color of the trim and fireplace mantel in the living room. What shade of blue is that, and who makes it?

Thanks…..

Whose Woods these are I think I know.
His House is in the Village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near.
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
and miles to go before I sleep,
and miles to go before I sleep.

Doesn’t get more beautiful than this! Thanks for letting me post.

A warm and cheery fire roars merrily
and shadows dance about the darkened room.
Beside the hearth a gardener sits and dreams
of sunny days, of flowers in full bloom.
Some Hollyhocks should tower near the fence,
bright red ones that the bees can’t help but find.
The trellis at the gate again must wear
blue Morning Glories, or the rosy kind.
To lend a bit of distance to the scene,
close to the rear I’ll plant in shades of blue:
the tall and stately Larkspur, double ones-
Of course I’ll put in Scabiosa, too.
I couldn’t do without a pansy bed-
Snapdragons make such beautiful bouquets-
Frilled Zinnias and yellow Marigolds
Add just the proper touch to autumn days.
The flowers grow and bloom with loveliness
until a sound destroys the fantasy-
A burning ember falls and I must leave
my garden and my charming reverie.

Should I go over to Josh’s blog and leave a comment just to be fair??

I promise to get back to it really soon. So much to say!