March 06, 2015 | Posted in: thoughts
The value of a cup of tea
Sometimes, if I had my way, I'd be sipping a hot cup of Madura English Breakfast tea, not the tea bags, but the real tea, the loose tea you put by the spoonful into the pot and let sit for a few minutes to steep.
My cup would be my favourite double walled glass cup, the ones we see everywhere now, but well before it was fashionable, I was sipping my cups of tea from them.
Of course I'd be sitting in a comfortable chair, on my verandah, shaded from the harsh sun, but still warm enough to enjoy shutting my eyes for a moment and thinking, letting my mind wander and occasionally, opening up an eye to see if I can spot that bird I hear every day, but eludes me because there are so many beautiful plants to hide.