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While I was drinking it, Tazo (my cat) and I huddled in the living room yesterday—high temp was 13 in full sunlight—and inched over a little at a time to stay in the sunbeam as it moved slowly through the living room.
While I was drinking it, Tazo (my cat) and I huddled in the living room yesterday—high temp was 13 in full sunlight—and inched over a little at a time to stay in the sunbeam as it moved slowly through the living room.
Somebody asked me once when I became a tea junkie; I think it dates back to college when I needed caffeine for a 7 a.m. class but chose not to do coffee. My favorite teapot is a medium-sized Brown Betty given to me by my Mema; the painted flowers are chipping off, but the size and feel is perfect. I rejoice when I get a morning to brew a pot of loose tea starting with a kettle; not a bag and a hot pot.
Southwest Missouri
Yes, I want that and the fluffy fleece blanket, please.
Sounds great!
While I was drinking it, Tazo (my cat) and I huddled in the living room yesterday—high temp was 13 in full sunlight—and inched over a little at a time to stay in the sunbeam as it moved slowly through the living room.
Beautiful.