The Tea Cosy
6 Tea Cosy
Here is my tea cosy.
I found it in Katoomba (of course!). It has a cat on it. It has a mouse on it. It has flowers on it. In other words, it includes half the cast of Clair-de-Lune and The Three Loves of Persimmon. It was made for me, don’t you think?
I love tea. All kinds of tea. I grew up drinking traditional tea, made very carefully and ritually by my father. But now I also love the fancy teas — chai tea, ginger tea, rose tea, vanilla tea — which are sold by that well-known chain of tea emporiums which began in Brunwick Street Fitzroy, and to which I was introduced, I must say, by The Love of My Life. How very much I owe him.
Tea is another of those ordinary miracles of life. You could pass it by without a second thought, and yet how could any invention be more useful and clever? It has the power to comfort. It has the power to make you slow down, and calm down, and meditate, and create. Like flowers, tea is a conduit of love. When you make yourself a cup of tea, you are showing yourself love. When someone makes you a cup of tea, they are showing you love. When you make someone else a cup of tea, you’re showing them love.
And if you don’t believe me, you must never have drunk a cup of tea after bursting into tears. Tears followed by tea is one of the most beautiful sequences in life.
Are you a tea drinker? If so, what's your favourite tea?
P.S. For this month's Inside A Dog competition the winner will receive my new book Pureheart (an Inky's Choice recommendation) and The Three Loves of Persimmon. Head over to the Win Stuff page to enter.