I didn’t always love tea. Nope, more of a chocolatey hot chocolate kind of a girl. I did realise the need to grow up one day and since coffee isn’t my thing I settled on tea.
It was a slow developing love. A relationship so sweet in the beginning it makes my toes curl now to think of it. I have been weaning myself down in the sugar department and occasionally, when I go too far, I think why do I drink this stuff?
I’ll tell you why. It’s the whole ceremony of it. Not the Chinese tea ceremony which is a wonderful thing and a whole other story. It’s the stopping. The down tools. The take a break to enjoy the moment of it that has really grown on me. With a bunch of friends or just on my own. I like making it, I like the changing colours of it, I like the fragrant smell of it and the whole imagining of where it comes from so far away.
That’s not to say I don’t have a cup of tea on the run or when I’m working. How many times have I gotten back into the work and let the tea go cold? Too many. I’d much rather take 10 minutes to imagine myself here drinking my tea in the afternoon. Taking a moment to just chill.
How about here instead. A little tea picnic at the top of that hill. Perfect.
Happy relaxing people, even if it is only for ten minutes! : )
PS Doh! I’ve just had a slightly horrible thought the ladies in the top photo might be drinking coffee. It might be a coffee pot. Oh dear. Coffee and it’s not a cappuccino… *pulls face*
I don’t know. Let’s just pretend it’s tea. Yes. Tea.