The tea cabinet.

monthly tea recommendation.

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The days are turning hotter and longer. Our house likes to sun itself in the mornings, absorbing as many cosy rays as it can, and then in the evening it greets us like a house cat back from the hunt with a gift of 82 degrees inside at 8 o’clock. So in the early mornings we coax in cool air from the garden before drawing the curtains and holding the comfortable temperature hostage. And then we have our tea. These mornings when the roses from outside are taking hospice on our counters and we light the candles with pretty scents we forgot we had, I found my tarot deck.

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I like to use cartomancy as a way to jumpstart introspection and intention in my day. How I interpret the meaning in connection to the question is based on how I may want my day to go or I will recognize an unconscious emotion and I make the effort to acknowledge that. I talk out loud about it to Remi and in that process I find a better meaning to the card or a more apt fortune. 

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As the summer solstice approaches, I aim to add another form of magic into my day. We are nearly halfway through the year and I am just about finished with the 4th trimester of pregnancy, the first three months of Winnie’s life. There have been many emotional ups and downs, but ultimately I am creating a rhythm. There is no true way to predict the future except in the decisions we make. In asking ourselves the deeper and harder questions we will know ourselves better and we can predict how we will react to the events of our futures. This mornings tarot card, the page of wands, told me that I’m allowed to let my creative ideas stay ideas for a while, I don’t need to be in a hurry. I can take my time and take things at my new pace as a mother. My new artistic rhythm.

Any tarot fans out there? What is your favorite card, and why? 

The tea cabinet.

monthly tea recommendation.

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For the month of May I have revisited a favorite from David's Tea called Cream of Earl Grey. It's something a little sweeter and a little cozier than a regular earl. This organic blend is a perfect accessory for cuddling up with a hungry, grunting baby. In the mornings I curl up on the rocker with my daily morning caffeine dose. It’s good enough to make a pot of, and even creamier with a little soy milk.

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The ritual is comforting, as any quiet simple house chore is in these days of a new baby. Doing a few dishes feels like a spa day for my hands. 

I imagine making tea with Winnie every morning as she grows up. Her having her own little tea cup of some whimsical herbal blend alongside my own. What will be her favorites I wonder? What imaginary friends will she put on the invite list to her very special tea parties? 

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I remember the too-bitter taste of tea the first time my mom offered it to me. It grew to be a small staple in our relationship, as tea does with mothers and daughters.  There was a sit-down tea shop in the town I grew up in, serving a whole many paged menu of teas and things like Welsh rarebit and cucumber sandwiches. Antique couches and armchairs with mismatched tea cups and crochet tea cosies made up the warm lit interior. As with most small businesses in the town, it closed its doors after too few years. But I have many memories of long lunches spent there with my mother and my sisters. 

I hope that Winnie and I will gain the same quiet comfort of sharing a pot of tea together while watching Pride and Prejudice or You’ve Got Mail together, as I do with my mother.

Do you have and memories of your mother involving tea? Were there and comforting rituals that make up your memories of her? 

The tea cabinet.

monthly tea recommendation.

Today I am morning the misplacement of a seizable portion of our matching flatware set of tea spoons. They all disappeared at once and I have no clue as to where they have gotten to. The three spoons left in the drawer are now accompanied by the mismatched silver tea spoons we kept from our wedding.

The prevalent theories as to where the spoons have run off to are as follows:

  • A shovel for a tiny garden. It is planting season after all.
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  • A paddle to help someone small traverse the pool in the yard at the dead of night.
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  • As an impressive walking stick for a strong old lady.
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  • As the perfect way to feed one's lizard companion.
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  • Or as a lovely piece of a daily beauty routine.

 

Efforts are still being made to convert the household to loose leaf, but in a need for loads of decaf tea to get me through my last days of working before a self prescribed maternity leave I have been enjoying decaf earl grey and peppermint. On this morning I'm having a pot of them mixed together, next to me while I work from the bed.

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So in this mid-month tea recommendation, I urge you not to get too attached to your teaspoons, they have lives of their own.

For further reading: a hilarious study on the subject.