Friday, January 20, 2012
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Tea and pastels: Spring on my mind!
"If you are cold, tea will warm you.
If you are heated, it will cool you.
If you are depressed, it will cheer you.
If you are excited, it will calm you."
(William E Gladstone)
If you are heated, it will cool you.
If you are depressed, it will cheer you.
If you are excited, it will calm you."
(William E Gladstone)
And what would a spot of tea be without a good book?
Monday, January 16, 2012
flickr fun: Books and Tea
From a flickr set of photographs by J.M. Richards: "Books and Tea" ...
... each photo with a mood all its own.
Old Books, Grandmother's Teacup
Childhood Books and Tea
Ebenezer Scrooge and Tea
Fairy Tales and Tea
Jane and Tea
Elmer, His Dragon and Tea
This post was inspired by an e-mail I received from a fellow blogger, with whom I have begun to correspond. Although we chat via e-mail, it feels more like getting an old fashioned (actual paper!) letter when I read what she's written because it's obviously written with care, and never too short.
You know what I mean about a too short letter? It leaves you with the lingering feeling that the person could have written more but decided it wasn't worth their time? Perhaps that's too harsh. I just prefer to be able to savor and linger over words, and know what a gift they can be from one person to another.
Anyway, here is a part of what she wrote in a recent message, the part that inspired this post: "I stopped on the way home ... bought 3 pre-made salads, a bag of romaine, a wedge of brie (I traded in pastries for cheeses), fresh squeezed orange juice, whole wheat bread, several apples, a banana, a cranberry orange tea bread and I forgot what else."
Doesn't that sound like the perfect little shopping trip? Just enough, not too much, trusting that there will be more time, more food, more life left in a few days to go back and get more. No hauling a dozen plastic bags at a time, no huge list to check off, just enough precious, simple, sustaining things in just enough abundance.
Savoring.
This post was inspired by an e-mail I received from a fellow blogger, with whom I have begun to correspond. Although we chat via e-mail, it feels more like getting an old fashioned (actual paper!) letter when I read what she's written because it's obviously written with care, and never too short.
You know what I mean about a too short letter? It leaves you with the lingering feeling that the person could have written more but decided it wasn't worth their time? Perhaps that's too harsh. I just prefer to be able to savor and linger over words, and know what a gift they can be from one person to another.
Anyway, here is a part of what she wrote in a recent message, the part that inspired this post: "I stopped on the way home ... bought 3 pre-made salads, a bag of romaine, a wedge of brie (I traded in pastries for cheeses), fresh squeezed orange juice, whole wheat bread, several apples, a banana, a cranberry orange tea bread and I forgot what else."
Doesn't that sound like the perfect little shopping trip? Just enough, not too much, trusting that there will be more time, more food, more life left in a few days to go back and get more. No hauling a dozen plastic bags at a time, no huge list to check off, just enough precious, simple, sustaining things in just enough abundance.
Savoring.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Graphic Goodness: Darling Clementine
Darling Clementine is a Norweigan design team turning out REALLY cute, eye-popping stuff.
Oh those crafty, talented Scandinavians!
Friday, January 6, 2012
Give me a pink to build a dream on ...
... and my imagination will make that moment last.
Sasha Pivarova
source unknown
Thursday, January 5, 2012
I love my cat. Her body is frail but her spirit is strong ...
My Kitten Girl is sixteen. She is battling thyroid imbalance, arthritis and (just recently) the probable beginnings of renal failure. I have had her since she was a baby. In the past few days I was convinced she was on her last legs, but she's shown signs of improvement. I don't consider her out of the woods yet, and even if she is, I'm too sobered to trust any improvement yet.
Never lost an animal to old age before, or anything really except divorce. That was hard enough. I wonder sometimes if I'm going to make it through this intact. She is dearer to me than any other being in my daily life (dearer than most any at all), has been with me through some tumultuous years, and never once treated me with anything less than gentleness. (Other cats? Fair game for the claws. Mom? Just love and occasional mischief).
Please pray for me and for my cat. I am so disspirited right now that I'm not even sure prayer will make a difference, but I don't think it can hurt. Just knowing that other people are thinking of us will mean a great deal.
This is far more difficult than I ever thought it would be, the prospect of saying goodbye. Far, far harder. People tell me I'm strong, but I feel so weak.
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