When the world is all at odds
And the mind is all at sea
Then cease the useless tedium
And brew a cup of tea.
There is magic in its' fragrance,
There is solace in its' taste;
And then laden moments vanish
Somehow into space.
And the world becomes a lovely thing!
There's beauty as you'll see;
All because you briefly stopped
To brew a cup of tea.
~
Photo: china cabinet with Old Country Roses and a
beautiful handmade card made by Serena.
Oh that's a sweet poem... I haven't had my tea yet today. I was going to brew a pot and take it up to my sewing room. Didn't happen. Oh well.
ReplyDeleteVery pretty tea things and a lovely card...
Beautiful poem. The photo is sweet... Country Roses is a favorite of mine!
ReplyDeleteHi La Donna,
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem. Hot tea sounds good.We got your cold weather here today and someone sold our sunshine. LOL
Blessings,
Elizabeth
Pretty picture and lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteNice photo, La Tea Dah.My Old Country Roses cups are shaped differently but yours is still extremely pretty. Susan
ReplyDeleteWhat a nice little verse - I love it!
ReplyDeleteLove that poem! Is that an American Beauty tea cup/saucer~love it!
ReplyDeletefrom a fellow tea fan!
Joanne
Lovely - the poem and the photos!
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