Time for a Cuppa
"Take some more tea," the March Hare said to Alice, very earnestly.
"I've had nothing yet," Alice replied in an offended ton: "so I can't take more."
"You mean you can't take less," said the Hatter: "it's very easy to take more than nothing."
Meanwhile, let us have a cup of tea...Let us dream of evanescence, and linger in the beautiful foolishness of things.
The cozy fire is bright and gay,
The merry kettle boils away
And hums a cheerful song.
I sing the saucer and the cup;
Pray, Mary, fill the teapot up,
And do not make it strong.
The mere chink of cups and saucers tunes the mind to happy repose.
Tea time. Dull grey clouds, dark driving rain, cold skies with a hint of blue all call for filling the kettle with fresh cold water, standing in front of the shelf with the varieties of tea, and brewing up a pot of warm delight.
Tea and stitching, tea and reading, tea and blogging, tea and talking, tea and thinking. Such a versatile beverage!
These are my offerings for Vee's Note Card party. The last image would be the box cover, and you'll see I sneaked in another photo.
You can be certain that I'll have a cup of tea to hand as I peruse the other party attendees' photos. Here's to tea!