Tea for two, and two for tea.

So I do believe I'm finally getting back into the swing of blogging. It has, after all, been years since I've attempted. I'm certainly remembering the delight that comes from pouring a bit of yourself and your thinking into others via internet journaling.

On a different note, I strolled into the apartment tonight, my feet angry from standing for five hours straight and my throat making it quite clear it isn't too fond of allergy season, to find on my kitchen counter one the most charming mugs I've ever seen. It wasn't until I looked a little closer that I realized its glossy porcelain body was standing upright on a note from my dear friend Betsy, and her not even aware of the horrible night I had just had. I can't describe the joy that came over me when I took this tiny cup in my hands and ran my fingers over the lustrous blue and green feathers that lace the sides.

Needless to say, it didn't long after that for the kettle to boil and my new treasure to be filled to the brim with spicy peppermint tea.