Wednesday, February 5, 2014
In the Winter Light
I would like to meet the person that wrote the description for this tea. In case you can't read it, it says:
On the grassy steps of an ancient amphitheater,
you're the lone audience to a peach singing its
floral melody to the
cucumber vine winding
toward it - there to witness
the moment green and black teas, sweet
peach and fresh cucumber
birth a new harmonic.
As vivid as my imagination is, I have to admit that I'd probably never dream up a singing peach. They just don't seem to be a melodious sort of fruit.
Milo was sleeping by a large window where you could see the snow falling softly.
clear winter light
Posted by Celia