Friday, April 10, 2009
rainy night cuppa
If at first the idea is not absurd, then there is no hope for it.—Albert Einstein
All my scruples about discussing the weather vanish when the weather is rain. Rain is something else entirely: it means that everything is right and good and cozy.
Mom and I dashed out through the grey twilight to get my dad from the airport tonight, and as we came home, all I could think of was: 1) find a good novel. 2) and warm socks. 3) and tea. somehow, make your way to tea.
I’m a coffee girl at heart, and somewhat new to tea, but it’s the perfect night for it. Trees are black-silhouetted against a grey, low sky, the pine is dripping in the gutter outside my bedroom, our house is warm and peaceful. And there’s Peach Blossom White Tea, loose, waiting for me.
Cozy nights do not call for washing the mesh tea-infuser thingy, do they? They don’t call for preparation of any kind, you just zap your water and go, right? I dumped the loose tea into the teacup to steep. It seemed like a good idea, but now I realize that I have to fish all those twigs and things out of the water I’m going to drink… and suddenly it’s like puddle-water, however sweet smelling.
seemed like a good idea at the time…
Sorta sucks the romance out of the whole thing.—jl