Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Tea and Redemption

The world outside is still dark, and the village merely a collection of indistinct shapes and muffled sounds. The day is cold and damp, the kitchen a place of shadows in early morning light.  My bones, sinews and joints protest the return of winter,  and summer seems like just a lovely dream from long ago and very far away.

How does one banish winter for a few minutes? Looking for a fine hot potion to start the day and drown my doldrums, I rattle around in the larder, opening canister after canister and sniffing them appreciatively. French roast? Maxwell House? Earl Grey? Constant Comment? Northern Delights Cloudberry (Arpiqutik) or Crowberry (Paurngaqutik)? Rooibos? Ginseng? Lapsang Souchong? Perhaps a simple Orange Pekoe?

The last container is away in the back of the tea cupboard, and it holds dried chrysanthemum buds, rustling gently.  When I open it, the dry golden fragrance of last summer wafts out, and for a moment, I hear tinkling bells and exotic musics. Ah, this is the tisane (liang cha or 凉茶) we will quaff this morning.

Waiting for the kettle to whistle, I do a little whistling of my own and glance at the long shadows falling across my favorite mug and the little Chinese bowl of chrysanthemum buds on the counter. The shadows contrast wonderfully with the fragile porcelain and its aromatic holdings; there is light on the verges of their inclination.  Forget cold weather and darkness, this morning scene is perfect just as it is. Tea anyone?

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