Contentment
Lemons float like little half-moons
amongst onyx tea leaves, cinnamon sticks,
and honey; the scent of earth.
Divine is what comes to mind as I inhale,
bring my lips to cup’s rim. Sigh.
November's wind whistles outside,
first snowflakes fall. Cats curled fireside,
puppies pillowed, a book, a quilt,
hot tea. A whole teapot full.
by Margaret Bednar, November 24, 2019
my book is "Hedingham Harvest - Victorian Family Life in Rural England" by Geoffrey Robinson and I'm loving it. Fire is at my feet (as is my cat) and the puppies are curled up on their new dog beds. This tea is served from the Frankoma teapot my Mother-in-law gave me and I used my china coffee cup as it is bigger than my teacup. I went online and purchased three Frankoma (1980's I think is when it was made) pottery mugs and saucers as I think it's so pretty - it's fun to match a bit.
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