Tea
Tea is so very fine. It all started with Verla and me when the kids were young, and we decided we liked teapots and wanted to make tea cozies. Caitlan liked to collect little tea sets, but the most amazing tea set was the beautiful water blue one that was Mombo’s when she was little. But maybe it was before all this when I first went to a tea room and had little sandwiches and soup and dreamed of having a little restaurant with Jeanne and Mombo that was only open each day from 11 until 2. When I’m with my groupies we frequently have tea, usually herbal. Sometimes when I stay at Deb’s, I’ll be working at the computer, and she will silently bring me a spot of tea. Of course we had a tea party in Perryville for one of Mombo’s birthdays, but last summer going to England and sipping tea daily with Bob and Carol and Sharon was the clincher. I will never think that life can be fine again unless there is tea available. I started to drink it with milk then. Last night Janet was so cold because of the temperature change that she couldn’t get warm and was snuggled under a blankie on the most comfortable couch in the world (their leather one)with her yorkies trying to get the chill off her, and we had English tea (from Sharon) with milk, and I hope it helped her get warm.