The rains have returned to Vancouver, which means it’s time to settle in with a cup of tea and a good book! I am currently drinking out of one of my late grandmother’s lovely teacups, using an adorable pink teapot I found at a thrift shop in Halifax, and reading the very moving and reflective The Place of Scraps by Jordan Abel—possibly the most readable book of poetry I’ve ever committed to. Not to mention that it is very pleasing to the eye and to the touch.
Welcome to my tea cupboard.
As summer turns to fall, I always want jasmine green tea. As winter sets in I return to black; I have particular fondnesses for Cream of Earl Grey and Lapsang Souchong, as well as the delicious green-black blend with the unbeatable name, Buckingham Palace Garden Party. I have a selection of tisanes (herbal teas) for when it gets too late at night for caffeine, and honey and rose water and all sorts of things to add to the pot for extra aroma.
Three teapots, can you believe it? That beautiful blue iron-cast pot was a wedding gift, as was the brown ceramic pot with the little brown cups (stacked behind). The polka-dot travel mug is a winter favourite of mine, good for the morning commute. The only thing not pictured below is my tea ducky, which lives at the office these days.
Not an artsy post per se, this time. Just sharing a thing I like.
Enjoy your next cuppa!