I know I've been really busy because lately when I feel the need for a cup of tea (at least once a day) I boil a little water quick and pour it over a single bag in a china cup. This is not a good thing. This is not stopping to smell the roses. So when I visited Aisha's blog and read the report on Brits, their tea habits, and the Brown Betty, I felt a longing for the days when my own tea-drinking ritual was less slap-dash and more considered. This longing was accompanied by a firm resolution to refine my habits, to take the time and effort (how little it is!) to slow down and enjoy the experience. You know, remember how I got addicted in the first place.
Now, don't worry, I'm not going back to the loose tea -- reading the leaves, swirling the tea ball (yes, I have one around here somewhere) -- but I would like to use my teapots again.
In honor of tradition in general I post here a picture of my favorite teapot (which I had to dust off [slight exaggeration] for the pic). It holds three cups which I think is perfect.
Three cheers for tea!
RT (who notes that the mark of a good teapot is not how pretty it is but how much tea ends up in the cup as opposed to in the saucer (or worse)) ;-)
Posted by: rangerteper | Wednesday, May 18, 2005 at 08:26 PM
That's a precious teapot, Carol. Laughing rwading Ranger's comment. So true; usually they fill the saucer.
Posted by: Paula | Thursday, May 19, 2005 at 09:09 AM
I love it-- looks very English garden party -- at leastin the photo -- could be Japanese too?
Yes, the tea ritual... A source of strength -- even poetry.
Posted by: Aisha | Friday, May 20, 2005 at 02:14 AM