Saturday, December 17, 2011
A warm cup for a cold day
The smallish leaves are black and twisted and have a slightly smokey aroma, along with something close to tobacco. Let me hasten to assure you the tea does not taste of either. I brewed it for 4 minutes with boiling water. It is very, very nice, smooth, rich, with a bit of a lemony twist. I didn't bother tasting it without milk, as most "breakfast", which are also known as British-style, teas are made to go with milk and sugar. I don't do the latter, except in very rare cases. For me, this is a perfect breakfast cup.
Winter appears to finally be arriving. There is a skim of ice near the shore on the pond and the ducks have departed. It snows a little every once in a while and up here on the hill, it is sticking. The chickadees are still singing in the woods and once in a while our screech owl serenades us. Serenades is a rather inaccurate word for this tiny owl's call, as it sounds pretty much like a shrill horse's whinny.
It is getting dark far too early, but very soon it will be the winter equinox and the days will begin to lengthen again. A definite sign of hope in the cold (as is my warm cup of tea).