I am excited by the new layers of joy presenting itself.

Yes there are some extra items in this picture which are not Blue Willow! We are about our story, Warriors! Our story has many layers! The rice bowl with the fish was from a lovely store in Springfield MO. I unfortunately broke one of the bowels, I have since been unable to find this set. The fish is a unique “yard sale ” find. I cannot remember how many years ago. If there is a theme to my items .. it is Blue, Browns, Earth/ water related like fish (especially fish like koi). The ultimate natural expression of movement is a fish.

My Willow ware plate has a story,

Pictorial, painted in blue

From the land of the tea and the tea plant

And the little brown man with the queue.

What ever the food you serve, daughter

Romance enters into the feast,

If you only pay heed to the legend,

On the old china ware plate from the East.

Koong Shee was a mandarin’s daughter

And Chang was her lover, ah me,

For surely her father’s accountant

Might never wed pretty Koong Shee

So Chang was expelled from the compound,

The lovers’ alliance to break,

And pretty Koong Shee was imprisoned

In a little blue house by the lake.

The doughty old mandarin reasoned

It was time that his daughter should wed,

And the groom of his choice should banish

That silly romance from her head.

For years had great artists been stitching

In symbols the dress she should wear,

Her headband of scarlet lay waiting,

She should ride in a gold wedding chair.

He was busily plotting and planning,

When a message was brought him one day,

Young Chang had invaded the palace,

And taken his sweetheart away.

They were over the bridge when he saw them,

They were passing the big willow tree,

And a boat at the edge of the water

Stood waiting for Chang and Koong Shee.

The furious mandarin followed

The Groom with revenge in his eyes,

But the little boat danced on the water

And traveled away with the prize.

But vengeance pursued to their shelter

And burned the pagoda, they say

From out of the flames rose the lovers

A pair of doves winging away.

They flew toward the western heavens

The pretty Koong Shee and her Chang

Or so says the famous old legend

From the land of the Yangtze Kiang,

I wouldn’t be one to deny it,

For the little blue dove and her mate

Forever are flying together

Across my Willow ware plate.

From Legend of Blue Willow

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