Sunday, April 21, 2013

Like Honey in My Cup

Yesterday afternoon there was snow.  This morning, there is a bitter north wind that furls the first springtime blooms in the garden and nips at the buds on the awakening trees. 

Note to self:  sometimes what we are seeking is right there in front of us at the beginning of day although we see it not.  There is pale sunlight coming through the frosty window panes and high drifting clouds beyond them this morning, the honking of geese as they rise out of the river and take flight for breakfast in local farm fields, the lively chatter of starlings in the old crabapple - they do not rest long enough for me to grab a photo of their antics.

Within, there is the burble and hum of the kettle on the fire, the perfect turquoise glaze of pot and drinking vessels, fragrant steam rising and sweet ambrosia waterfalling into my cup.  What more do I need?


Marcie said...

Ahhh... Lovely. Thank you for reminding me to breathe and slow down.

Anonymous said...

We take the pleasures as they come, eh?
Good day to you,

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

You remind me
like my visiting son
reminds me.
Walk slow, breathe
He tells me I do much which
is not necessary
using up my energy.
He is so right...

Kameshwari said...

The perfect turquoise glazed pot suggests perfect glazed mugs, set in beautiful tradition of shared ceremony. Coming to this blog is like the tea ritual. The steam of your words and photos linger with this reader, long after the laptop has been made dark.