“There is something in the nature of tea that leads us into a world of quiet contemplation of life.”
—Lin Yutang, The Importance of Living
As I drink a cup of Cherry Rose Green tea this afternoon, looking out on storm clouds, this third month of the year, in a week that has revealed two deaths, I am contemplative as in a convent (perhaps the one in Santa Fe across from our old school, where my good friend and I used to go to play tennis on their red clay court with sagging net; the nuns discalsed, going barefoot).
“With melted snow I boil fragrant tea.” (Mencius)
image: Sole Caffè & Tulipani a Colazione