Tea should be taken in solitude.
~ C.S. Lewis ~
Now Grietje from her window sees the leafless poplars lean against a windy sunset sky with streaks of golden green; The still canal is touched with light from that wild, wintry sky, And, dark and gaunt, the windmill flings its bony arms on high. "It's growing late; it's growing cold; I'm all alone," says she; "I'll put the little kettle on, to make a cup of tea!"
~ St. Nicholas, 1899 ~
Taken near Bend, Oregon