It's chilly and damp today. The kind of day I want to curl up under a blanket, read a good book and sip a cup of tea. So, I'm home from work. I've got my flannel pajama pants on, book at the ready and my tea is steeping.The tea pot I'm using once belonged to my mother-in-law. It's small, just big enough for one mug-full. I love thinking of her taking a few moments to put the kettle on, choose her tea, fill the pot and wait a bit. I wonder if she threw a towel over it to act as a cozy? Or maybe she used an oven mitt like I do sometimes.
Ready to pour out. Usually, I like my tea "black." Sometimes I use honey. Always I love warming my hands around the mug. I think of some chilly afternoons in Ireland, traveling with my mother-in-law in the land of her birth. Memories built. Now, memories to share.
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