“He brewed his tea in a blue china pot, poured it into a chipped white cup with forget-me-nots on the handle, and dropped in a dollop of honey and cream. He sat by the window, cup in hand, watching the first snow fall. "I am," he sighed deeply, "contented as a clam. I am a most happy man.”
― Ethel Pochocki, Wildflower Tea
Jen @ Muddy Boot Dreams
Don’t forget this Sunday’s No Winter Whining, Structures in winter.
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