It's another perfect day for tea while I watch the snow devils kicked up by the wind, as it howls and moans and keens its way across the long length of our back yards and on across the wide 50 acre pasture. It's been quietly snowing all day, but there isn't any more than 3 inches, if you can find a place it's neither piled high nor scoured away by the wind.
I have always loved the wind. I love to see it ripple through long grass and set the trees and clouds flying against the sky. I love its sounds, from the barest murmur to raging tempos. I love to open my windows to hear it and feel it move across me as I go to sleep. There is nothing quite like being snug in a warm bed while a storm rages.
You would think I would have a strong, sturdy tea for such a day, but no, I am having Jasmine Pearl Oolong from the puriTea. I won't say a lot about it, because I have reviewed it before. However, it is still wonderful, sharing the top spot with another from Life in Teacup. Lovely jasmine, sweet and floral. Lovely little green and white pearls, like miniature balls of yarn, unfolding in my pot.
It is worth having some glass teapots so you can watch your tea unfold or dance around or hop up and down as it brews. More action seems to happen with greens and Oolongs, but some of the tightly twisted black teas are fun to watch, also. This is often called "the agony of the leaves", but I rather think they are enjoying themselves, stretching out to do their job of enriching our day.
A.C. Cargill wrote an article recently at the English Tea Shop blog about tea and the Scottish games. I was reminded that I haven't been to any for too long, so I am marking my calendar to go with my cousins to the ones on Labor Day weekend near Albany, NY. The last time we went, it rained and it was mud to our ankles. Not much fun, so we listened to some rousing bands, drank beer and ate 5 different kinds of french fries. (Ye gods!) There was only 1 clan tent still braving the elements and we were cheered to see their tartan is uglier than ours. One or two at a time, ours - the MacDuffee - isn't so bad, but en masse, the weird reddish orange or orangeish red can be quite an eyeful. This time I shall look for some good Scottish tea and biscuits and hope for harp players.
A poem I loved as a child, perfect for today:
By Christina Rossetti 1830–1894
Who Has Seen the Wind?
Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.