Monday, September 22, 2008

An Autumn Cup of Tea

Autumn arrived last night and I heard her blowing through the trees this morning as I lay in bed in morning's half-light. Although the garden is still coloured with roses and cosmos, they are blowsy and loose, ready to lose their petals to the wind.

When we went to Alberta for a wedding in August, my mother-in-law divided among her daughters and daughters-in-law, her china teacups. In the 1950s it was fashionable to give bone china cups as wedding and shower gifts. I came home with several and I shared them with my daughters and daughter-in-law. I think the one above is going to be taken down from its perch to become my autumn teacup. The colours and leaves just remind me of this wonderful season. And as I sip my tea, I'll thank God for mum and for the love she's shown me in the years I've known her.
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4 comments:

  1. I love china teacups. You are SUCH a lucky girl!

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  2. Hi Lorrie...I love your autumn teacup. My sister and I will be inheriting tea cups as well. My Mom and Dad were married on a Wednesday..and for many months after, my dad gave her a china tea cup on the Wednesday of each month. Strange little story...but true. The china cabinet is full!

    Have a great week!
    Hugs, Nancy

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  3. Hi Lorrie,

    Love the giving of teacups and yours is pretty...can never have to may teacups!

    Stop on over, I have left you something special on my blog.

    Kindredly, Lynne Laura

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  4. Happy Birthday to your daughter.
    I do like the cup and saucer holder - different.
    I enjoyed reading your September Delights and nearly took a peck of your muffins.

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