Yesterday I checked the mail and found a padded mailer with my name on it. I tried to open it on the way back into the house, but the sticky flap was working overtime on its job. The package was from Lennie, and I was anxious to see what my surprise was. After pulling and tugging on the flap end it finally gave way, and inside was a small box wrapped in purple tissue paper and a card. I did take time to read the lovely card first. Lennie blessed me with a darling tea tablespoon for organizing our teacup exchange. Check it out. Like Lennie, it truly is a treasure.
Another shot because the date obscured the design inside the spoon. The little offset piece is a hook for hanging the spoon in the perfect place.
My sweetheart went outside late yesterday afternoon to pick and surprise me with a lovely bouquet of wild flowers…the colors are beautiful and fit nicely in a vintage vinegar carafe.
My exchange partner Christen has received her teacup so now I can share pictures of it. This is Minton Rose…made in England. The silver spoon has a rose design…not pictured well.
a different view in different light. The design shows up better but the colors are truer in the picture above.
This cup is unusual, because most of the design is on the interior of the cup…that’s kind of nice since it is a wide cup and easily peered into as you sip tea.
After looking at Christen’s cup over the weekend I returned to the shop where I found it and bought a second one for me. This morning I’m using it for the first time to drink more echinacea tea. I am determined to get well!
One more picture before I go…my four year old granddaughter cut her own bangs…I wonder if she has a future in cosmetology…she’s been in Papa’s chocolate stash. I reminded Rachel’s mom that she cut her own hair when she was just about the same age. History does repeat itself.
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Until next time…
- He boils milk with fresh ginger, a quarter of a vanilla bean, and tea that is so dark and fine-leaved that it looks like black dust. He strains it and puts cane sugar in both our cups. There’s something euphorically invigorating and yet filling about it. It tastes the way I imagine the Far East must taste.
- ~ Peter Hoeg, Smilla’s Sense of Snow ~