I started drinking coffee at the ripe old age of 11. I used to ride a church bus early on Sunday mornings to pick up kids for Sunday school. That old bus never warmed up! I would get a cup ‘o burnt Amoco coffee just to warm my fingers….
I love coffee. I remember my first Starbuck…better than my first kiss. I once had a cup of coffee in France with a piece of dark chocolate, delivered to my table with a little pot of cream by a man wearing a beret…True Story! I think that was my favorite. Every morning I stumble to the pot and beg the maker to drip faster.
Well, as everyone on the planet knows this has been a harsh, cold winter. I have a chill that is hard to shake. I can’t drink caffeine all dang day so I put tea on the shopping list. Tea. I like tea I guess. Tea hot with honey, with ice, even the kind from Long Island….
I was surprised to see the 9 million flavors of tea at the Wmart. I chose blackberry vanilla for my tea trial. How bad could that be? I dug out my tea-pot –( How did I end up with this tea-pot anyway?) and something amazing happened. Sitting down to drink a cup of warm, perfumed tea is a wonderful thing! I know I am not the only person with burdens and worries, fears and failures but mine have seemed to grow in these last few weeks. This cup of tea has been a great calming comfort. Just like coffee gives me a shove into my day, my cup of tea calms and clears and comforts.
The most trying hours in life are between four o’clock and the evening meal. A cup of tea at this time adds a lot of comfort and happiness. ~Royal S. Copeland
A cup of tea is a cup of peace. ~Soshitsu Sen XV
Water is the mother of tea, a teapot its father, and fire the teacher. ~Chinese Proverb
I know spring will come and winter is not forever and I know my worry is a waste of time. Now back to work, see you tomorrow, my cup o’ tea.
What gets you through the winter?