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Tea on Tuesday

Posted: April 1, 2014 in Art, Tea time
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As I write this on Monday, I’m at the library for the free internet.  Ours decided to go down sometime during the time I was riding my bike to the library (for fun and exercise) this morning.  After many futile attempts to figure out what was wrong, our internet provider, who shall remain nameless, said they could have a technician out tomorrow (or today as you read this), between 11 am and noon.  Hopefully that’s not an April Fool’s joke!

Driven by my desire to blog daily, I went back to the library, by car this time, to catch up a bit and get this post ready.  Then it’s back to the house to enjoy some disconnected time with a good book and some…tea.  

This is a teapot I’ve seen before. Since it’s in an enclosed glass cabinet, it’s difficult to get great photos, but I think its superb beauty and elegance shine through anyway.

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Every morning…

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Morning in San Francisco…

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Morning in Wyoming…

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Saturday morning…

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Strange how a teapot can represent at the same time the comforts of solitude and the pleasures of company.
~Anonymous

Remember the tea kettle – it is always up to its neck in hot water, yet it still sings!
~Anonymous

“Talk and tea is his specialty,” said Giles. “He has come along inside… We’ll see if tea and buns can make the world a better place.”
~Kenneth Graeme, The Wind in the Willows

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“Meanwhile, let us have a sip of tea. The afternoon glow is brightening the bamboos, the fountains are bubbling with delight, the soughing of the pines is heard in our kettle. Let us dream of evanescence, and linger in the beautiful foolishness of things.”
~Okakura Kakuzo, Book of Tea (1906)

“[I am a] hardened and shameless tea drinker, who has for twenty years diluted his meals only with the infusion of this fascinating plant; whose kettle has scarcely time to cool; who with tea amuses the evening, with tea solaces the midnight, and with tea welcomes the evening.”
~ Samuel Johnson

“In my own hands I hold a bowl of tea; I see all of nature represented in its green color. Closing my eyes I find green mountains and pure water within my own heart. Silently sitting alone and drinking tea, I feel these become a part of me.”
~Soshitsu Sen, Grand Master XIV, Urasenke School of Tea

And you thought Bugatti just made cars. Carlo designed this coffee and tea set on display at the Cleveland Museum of Art. Would you have it in your house? I would.
A thing of beau-tea is a joy forever.

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Trying to get a house ready to put on the market after living in it for 28 years is NOT the best of everything. It’s much more like the opening lines of A Tale of Two Cities: “These were the best of times, these were the worst of times.”

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Yesterday I posted my Friday Fictioneers story, a mere 100 words of flash fiction.  Today, I pare that down even further to eleven words and a mere seventeen syllables.  Tomorrow will be the photo challenge, so there may be no words at all. 
What happens on Saturday?
 
Steam from fragrant tea
Rises from porcelain cup
Unwinding my soul

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Apologies to anyone who read this on Poet’s Corner, but I wanted to share it with my friends here with the addition of several of my photos.  This poem my response to a challenge from Whimsy Mimsy (http://whimsymimsy.wordpress.com/2013/03/21/group-challenge-prompt-kind-o-thing/) to write a sensual or romantic poem using the words tea, twill, coalesce and plural.  I will repeat my annoyance that WordPress won’t allow formatting without a great deal of effort and a dark background, so my original formatting isn’t here.  Hopefully the content of the poem stands up to the loss.

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Summer Heat

Twill sleeve
brushes my cheek
as I pour your tea.

Love and desire
coalesce like the condensation
on the china lips of the teacups
The plural heats of tea and summer
kiss you.

I follow their example
while the scent of jasmine
wafts gently through the still air.

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or, in my case, a tea break with our younger daughter at the local Caribou. (more…)

If man has no tea in him, he is incapable of understanding truth and beauty.
Japanese Proverb

If this is true, I should be well on my way to understanding a great deal of truth and beauty at this moment! And today I had my tea in a brand new cup, purchased only yesterday at a local antique store. I collect tea cups in a very desultory way, always on the lookout for the perfect one that speaks to me. This one, being from Germany, spoke in German and said, “Achtung!! Ich bin sehr schön.” I agreed and we left the store together.

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