Beautiful. I’ve always felt if people, who may have had a negative interaction, whether it be on social media or in public, sat down and had a cup of coffee (or tea) would often connect in a positive way.
My favorite cup of tea was in tea shop in Cambridge, called Harriet’s. I was leaving my daughter at Univ and heading back to the States. It was a comforting visit and the best Earl Gray I’ve ever tasted ☕️
My favorite cups of tea were all the ones, first thing in the early morning, that I had with my mom. It was before kids were up and I had to get ready for work. I miss those days.
When I was little my grandmother served me “pearl tea” (a little tea lot of milk and sugar). Then she would tell fantastic stories of Native magic. I still take a lot of milk in my tea and imagine her.
That is a fine bit of film with wisdom, kindness, and a wistful air of evanescent beauty. Like part of Comfortably Numb from Pink Floyd, “I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone.”
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So sweet.
Loved it.
Inspires me.
Kindness.
So easy.
Have a tea kinda day.
Too bad, I had to do this one💖❤️🔥
Thank you! 🙏
What am I saying: I like a LOT of sugar. AND milk. And yes, I do like the taste of tea—but I like it better with the above.
Best cuppa I ever had was served to me in bed by my host in Cornwall. I still think about it fondly.
I love his question “What is your favorite memory while sharing a cup of tea” Beautiful ✨
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone.”