I lived in the US for a decade and it took me a while to find someone there who enjoyed the art of tea as much as I did.
Tea Time is one of those glorious traditions we Aussies inherited from the English. Although we don't take tea with quite the gusto of the bygone era, many of us still partake in the art of tea.
Amy is my friend in the States, she is a beautiful person, a talented piano teacher, and a loyal and loving friend. Amy loves taking tea as much as I do and together we spent many gentle mornings sipping from little china cups and nibbling on something yummy together.
Tea with Amy was a joyful time for me, especially in the midst of the many storms I navigated with my tiny son who was born a micro-preamie. Our little tea parties were a beacon of light, love, and serenity, they kept me calm, centered, and strong.
I miss Amy very much since coming to Australia, and as tea-time is a rather enjoyable event here, every time I take tea, I think of her.
I wonder if it's the simple act of making tea fresh in a pot, using beautiful cups, picking some flowers for the table, and slowly and delicately savoring the gentle flavors with a dear friend that brings us into those very special moments that imprint on us for life.
(This sketchbook page was done using Sennelier Watercolors and Ink in my Stillman & Birn Zeta Series Sketchbook)
Take time for simple things, and enjoy them with friends. These are the moments that make lifetime memories.
Thanks for checking in. xx