On certain mornings, when the sun once again refuses to show up, and rain is on the wind, and forecast is for further grayness, a cup of tea is the only way to ease into the day. Loose leaf tea has always been an exercise in particulars that felt too precious to fully enjoy, but on this morning I embrace the ritual, even the little loose leaves that escape their mesh cage. In such imperfections there is beauty, and a reminder that we can go a little easier on ourselves when the sky is overcast, when friends have just departed, when the world seems a little shaky on its axis.
We shall name such times the Tuesday tea blues – not as dire or depressing as Monday, but perhaps sadder for the dullness and unremarkability of it all. Monday is supposed to be dreary and onerous – we expect a little more from Tuesday and are perpetually disappointed when the day drags.
This pretty little bunch of dried flowers and herbs makes for a calm and subdued cup of tea – a brief bit of coziness, because some summer days feel more like fall.
