A familiar face

It can be hard to look at certain objects and not see a face. Resting in the shadows of trees, or in the raised metal of drain covers on a footpath, faces are everywhere. Well, I think so, and I’m not alone. The want to anthropomorphise is deeply imbedded in the human brain. Thankfully, the faces I see are benevolent ones, like the one springing from this silicon rubber trivet in my kitchen. It took me by surprise one day, looking for all the world like the head of Charlie Brown, and he has never left the kitchen. Every time I look at the trivet, there he is. Good grief!