Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Agarwood Tea


When I was a young girl my mother had a friend that collected
Asian antiques.  How I loved visiting her and just taking in the sights
of drapey kimonos and black lacquer furniture.
A friend recently gifted me enough Agarwood tea to
have in one gaiwan this morning.
After the first steeping I inhaled the fragrance
and tears came to my eyes as I remembered this scent 
from the incense my mother's friend burned in her apartment.
The scent is so distinct, a woody, tropical, fruity fragrance.

Looking up in wikipedia I found that Agarwood is the most expensive
wood in the world.  It has health benefits for relaxing muscle tissue
and relieving muscle cramps.

has developed a 2013 limited edition tea
that is for the tea connoisseur. 
It is a blend of Agarwood from Vietnam
and ripe Puerh from ancient trees in Yunnan, China.

The flavor is quite wonderful and the texture so smooth.
It is a real treat to have this sample to taste.
If you are a avid tea collector you can add this to your
collection for $500 for 120 grams (4.23 ounces).

Thanks, Geoff, for the taste of delightful memories.
You can find Geoffrey's blog posts at http://steepstories.com

Monday, September 26, 2016

Notes from the Garden




Can you find the orange heart?
The lighting of the evening was just gorgeous!









The birds were welcome here.

Have you walked in a garden that delighted you lately?
This early Autumn is such a lovely time to take a walk,
enjoy the outdoors.

Friday, September 23, 2016

A Special Day

 On Wednesday evening my small family gathered
at Peninsula Park here in Portland, Oregon.
It has always been a favorite park for me;
so when my daughter chose to be married there,
I was thrilled.
 My "live-in gardener" and son waiting for the event to begin.
 It took place under these trees.
 Even Darth Vader made an appearance.
 Darth Vader escorted the bride.
 This sweet little family is joined together.
 It was full of JOY, surrounded by beautiful roses.
His job was to hold his mama's flowers
when his daddy held his mama's hands.
He did the job just perfectly.
May the sun always shine on them
as this special day in the park.

Happy weekend, dear friends!

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Happy Autumn!


Nature gives to every time and season
some beauties of its own
and from morning to night,
as from cradle to the grave,
it is but a succession of changes
so gentle and easy that we can scarcely
mark their progress.

~Charles Dickens

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

A Lovely Day

 A gift from the garden.
 Autumn is in the air this morning in my garden.



It is a lovely day.
The last day of summer.
Oh JOY of the season's changing.
A day to celebrate.

The Song of a Lovely Day

Of kitchen curtains blowing; of a bubbling kettle;
Of a yellow cat on an oaken settle;
Of the webs I'm brushing from a corner in the hall;
Of crimson roses climbing up a garden wall;
Of a beater whipping egg-whites to a froth;
Of a table set for tea with a linen cloth;
Of children's lilting laughter; of a broom's soft swish;
Of the first ripe strawberries in a crystal dish;
Of a morning's ironing and its crisp array-
Oh, of all the details of a lovely day,
I will make a song, dear, then when I am through
Will keep it for the singing, come evening, to you.
~Ethel Romig Fuller from Kitchen Sonnets

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Wow Times!

The sliver of a crescent moon shining through the trees.
The fragrance of a new tea freshly poured for me.
The small hands that touch me with hugs and say
"I love you, Mimi"
The wind while walking on a sandy beach and
listening to the crashing waves.
The whale that lifts it's head and peers back at me.
The hummingbird that stops by for a sip
outside my breakfast window.
The softness of the spring sunshine caressing my skin.
The laughter of children.
Nature astounds me.
All growing things delight me.

What "Wow Times" do you find that delight you?

Monday, September 19, 2016

Notes from the Garden



 






Though I don't show the children running here and there,
they were in the garden full of JOY.
They had fed the chickens grapes and apples.
The watering cans hung in the bare tree
waiting for their small hands to take one and water a plant.
The apples had been gathered and made a beautiful display.

What a treat to find a garden each week,
a place to share and delight.