I love that I am retired and don't have the stress of rising early, then scampering off to the office.
I also love that my time is my own. But I must say some weeks just fly by and I wonder where the time went. What did I do?
After I posted a white tea time I just knew I needed a red tea time too. The red rose is for Sheri just because I know you love red roses. The red cozy on my teapot is my own design and I sell the sewing patterns on etsy. Yep! That is one thing I do regularly. Just this week I had a sewing pattern for this cozy travel to Australia and another to the United Kingdom. This little business is what keeps me supplied with good tea in my kitchen and then in my tummy.
Soon this desk will be moved to my daughters house, as eventually we will downsize. I have been cleaning it out and loved the idea of snapping a picture of the inside of a clean desk. It was my grandfather's desk. As a little girl I can remember him sitting there doing his bookkeeping and smoking his pipe. When I was given the desk it smelled of his pipe tobacco. Now if you asked my grandson what it smells like now he would say chocolate. It has been where I would hide my chocolate stash. I am sure when we move it to his house he will be expecting chocolate to come along. I think I need to put a chocolate bar in one of those drawers.
Some refer to black tea as red tea. My favorite "red tea" is Yunnan Gold, which I sipped as I wrote this post.
Then this past week I ventured to my favorite garden here in Portland, Lan Su Chinese Gardens, to meet a friend for tea and a peaceful walk. I hadn't seen her for a few years; so that was a joy. It's funny because she was my daughter's friend and became mine. Now we see each other when she comes to town and she tells me to tell my daughter hello.
So with the walk and then sitting at this table we sipped a nice oolong and nibbled on almond cookies, then caught up on what was happening in our lives.
Yesterday I didn't snap one picture, but I hosted my former swim group friends for a potluck in the garden house. There were 12 of us sitting around the table as the rain pattered on the roof. It was a dear time of remembering friends that have passed and enjoying the bond of friendship that still remains.
Friendships and making time in our day for them is a treasure, one I savor dearly.
Happy Weekend, dear friends!
Savor each day!
