This brew, my dear tea-drinking neighbors,
Reminds me of cherry Life Savers.
I left it too long,
So it came out quite strong,
But I don’t look on it with full disfavor.
(Will give it another whirl iced. Sometimes the strong fruity stuff just does better cold.)
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
