A cup of tea

Right now I am doing one of my best and most favorite things in the world to do. I am drinking English breakfast tea in a pretty pottery mug that my sister gave me that is yellow with purple glaze. And it has organic half and half in it. And it’s warm and rich and it’s oh so lovely to be in my dining room listening to Townes van Zandt drinking tea. And it gets better. To make the tea I boiled the water on the stove in a silver tea kettle (that my mother gave me) that whistles and I poured it into a purple pottery tea pot with a bamboo handle. That’s my weekend tea. During the week at work I like to drink jasmine green tea that I make with my electric tea kettle. And of course I drink it in my pretty pottery work mug, which also happens to be purple. I spend a lot of time drinking tea. At one of the coffee houses I like to go to (I buy tea instead of coffee there) there was a woman who had a tea bar. She goes to Russia and buys very special and expensive tea and then people hire her to host specialty tea parties. I personally am not against buying my own tea at Target, but I appreciate her dedication to the joys of tea. I wonder what it would be like to travel the world in search of the perfect cup of tea. My friend has recurring dreams about chasing after the perfect cup of coffee. So far he hasn’t found it. I think I have found my perfect cup of tea many, many times. Like right here, right now in my sunny house while my children are here in their rooms and I have the rest of the day to relax and just be. Like every time I pick up a cup full of warm aromatic deliciousness no matter where I am or who I am with. Ah, a cup of tea, it is so simple, but sometimes the simplest things are the most wonderful. Don’t you agree?    

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