Stepping down the Rabbit Hole

Stepping down the rabbit hole.

Having tea with one mad hare.

It was a topsy, turvy different place.

A place from a different time.

We sipped and laughed

We laughed and cried.

What tea you ask?

Well it was the tea of moonlights and flowers

of pine needles and a few mushrooms tossed in too.

Have a chair that mad hare said,

which one would you like?

Come, come and sit with me.

Shall we sit up high or sit down low?

Should it be a high tea or should it be low?

What difference does it make when we share tea

with Mr. Hare.

Mr. Hare opens his bag, a suitcase he has.
 My eyes do delight for inside I do spy
a tea party fit for Mr. Hare and for me.
So won't you join us on this tea party delight
for you never know when tea time will arrive.
Orange marmalade, a scone, and tea make it complete.
Sing praises and shout, tea time is what ever you make.

Happy teatime, dear friends!
 Today I am linking with http://blog.bernideens.com/
Visit Bernideen for more teatime fun. 

Easter Reminiscent and Spring time Celebration

Easter is always a time for flowers and I couldn't resist tucking them in the egg cups

with a larger bouquet in the center.

The lilacs are just beginning to bloom a deep rose.

The dogwoods are a beautiful pink.

And oh those sweet smiling faces of pansies sitting about.

What would Easter be without the semblance of chocolate bunnies and other animals,

though ours were only for looks as there was no chocolate here.

Tea time brought sugar cookies with violets from the garden,

dates stuffed with the best ever pecans,

carrot cupcakes, and lemon madeleine's too.

Tea served was a high mountain oolong, which paired so well with the sweets.

For those not drinking caffeine there was a love Tulsi tea.

When Easter comes for me it is also a time to celebrate Springtime.

A time to open the cocoon and spread my wings outdoors.

Happy Springtime and Earth Day too, dear friends.

Monday's Quotes

The woman who follows the crowd
will usually go no further than the crowd.
The woman who walks alone is likely to
find herself in places no one has ever
been before.”

- Albert Einstein.

Easter, A Time of Celebration

It's Easter time in the city,

it's Easter time all about.

A time for celebration.

New life, new birth, new growth is here.

So celebrate today,

find an egg or two

For it's Easter time 

Rejoice,

Shout,

and Sing

Hallelujah!

Happy Easter and Happy Weekend, dear friends!

Grey Skies

In my part of the world, Oregon, April is often grey skies and drippy wet.

Today is one of those days.

So out come the flowers and a candle is lit to chase the grey away.

A lovely aged puerh tea is being sipped.

 

This week on another slightly drippy day I took a walk in a friends garden.

She has planned the garden to attract wildlife and we weren't disappointed.

In the quiet of the garden a hummingbird visited us.

It took a drink of delight and then oh to soon was gone.

I just know if I was a hummingbird or butterfly this garden would be my delight.

As it was, it did my heart well to walk with a friend in her garden.

What do you do on a grey sky, drippy day to lift your spirits?

Springtime and Oolong Tea

A sweet friend from Taiwan recently sent me two oolong teas.

What a special treat for springtime.

Thanks so much, Sharon!

It just seems that flowers and a beautiful floral oolong go hand in hand.

Today I am sipping tea from Taiwan and enjoying the dogwood trees

blooming outside my window.

What is in your cup on this springtime day?

Some one came Knocking

From the quote last week, someone yelled and I went running.

Sorry I was gone, but now I am here.

Some one came knocking

At my wee, small door;

Some one came knocking,

I'm sure - sure - sure;

I listened, I opened,

I looked to left and right,

But nought there was a -stirring

In the still dark night;

Only the busy beetle

Tap-tapping in the wall,

Only from the forest

The screech-owl's call,

Only the cricket whistling

While the dewdrops fall,

So I know not who came knocking,

At all, at all, at all.

~Walter de la Mare

From Silver Pennies by Blanche Jennings Thompson (1940)