It’s not yet time to hold tea parties with invited guests, but how about a cup of tea to make the moment special while enjoying a telephone visit?
Perhaps indulging in a good brew while reading a book would be nice, or while simply relaxing in a window seat, if you’re lucky enough to live in a vintage house?
It’s a drink with quite a long history, loved by those who treasure tradition; who believe in the power of its properties to heal our ills and bring civility. Two goals we much achieve in the coming year.
This thrift shop find is whimsically inspirational. A reminder we can make great artistry from inexpensive found objects. Such fun to browse secondhand shops and view the unique ways merchandise can be displayed.
Just remember to wear a mask and keep your distance as you seek cheer and support local businesses these winter days – so stores can stay open safely.
The dove and the upward reaching display behind it seems symbolic of our hope for a more peaceful and positive 2021.
This oddly splayed whorl of foliage caught my attention on a recent walk.
I didn’t look up the species’ ID, but the clump of plants, waning as autumn overtakes the fields, provided a moment of inspiration.
It is strange to be known so universally and yet to be so lonely.
When I pulled into the post office parking lot, one Friday morning this past spring, this cool truck was right behind me. The care that went into its customization was evident, though some may call it a rust bucket.
I love the individuality expressed by its owner, who was quiet polite, holding the door for me in a debonair manner, his appearance resembling the truck.
If all mankind minus one, were of one opinion, and only one person were of the contrary opinion, mankind would be no more justified in silencing that one person, than he, if he had the power, would be justified in silencing mankind.
– John Stuart Mill, philosopher
Better to show up than to give up.
Though your favorite candidate, whoever that might be, from whatever party, may have dropped out, don’t forget to vote! It’s the easiest chance each of us has, as a citizen, to change things.
I didn’t grow many flowers this year, but here’s a cute though mismatched little bouqet I selected from my meager offerings. A few geraniums and lobelia are blooming in addition to this verbena, zinnia, and nasturtium arrangement.
Its not quantity, but quality that counts in many aspects of life. We just need eyes to appreciate beauty in whatever size or form it takes.
Recently, prompted by a need for nostalgia – the simplicity and comfort of earlier days, I dug my children’s books out of the closet.
One of my favorites was always the story of Chicken Little – and his mission – running to tell the King that the sky was falling, until at last the wise old owl told him it wasn’t the sky at all that fell, only a small apple.
I’m not sure why I enjoy the story so much, perhaps it makes me consider that I often panick at danger which isn’t nearly as threatening as it at first appears. Anyway, when I went for a walk and spotted this apple, I was once again reminded of the tale.
What a disappointment when I opened the box. The little white ceramic prize we used to find wasn’t there. At first I thought they just missed this box, but there wasn’t the usual notice on the top, letting shoppers know this great, tasty, basic black tea also offered a bonus gift.
Apparently some accountant decided the company needed the small amount of money it cost to give customers a bright spot in an otherwise mundane day was too costly to the company.
Like so many other little perks that gave me an inexpensive pick me up, I’ll have to adjust, it seems to the disappearance of the Red Rose prize.