A terribly old photo of Cream of Earl Grey that just happened to float up in the shape of a heart, perfectly. It all begins with the earliest memory I have about tea.  My first sip from my mother's (too sweet for me now) Tetley.  I can't remember how old I was, but I remember that, to her, I "was a big girl...

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All around me now there is the subtle sounds and hints of Spring pushing her way into my surroundings. A small, tentative whisper to Father Winter – “Get whatever you like out of your system. You’re time is nearly up.” The sun feels warmer on my face and the chickadees chirp me awake every morning. It’s getting easier and easier to rise from...

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The passing of Sundays has been quite relaxing of recently.  The day is spent largely in the presence of beautifully spun yarn (the above pictured is Socks That Rock in ‘Hobbit Garden’) and the constant knit stitch.  There is something very meditative about the garter stitch.  Where I once found the unbroken rhythm of knit, knit, knit to be boring and unimaginative, I have now found...

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