A Cup of Tea
I really love simple things. Walking the dog on a crisp and sunny day. Deep breaths. An afternoon nap. A piece of ripe fruit. A hug from someone I love. A hot bath. Reading a good book. Baking.
Over the past week, I’ve been helping my parents pack up the home they lived in for almost 25 years. It hasn’t been simple. Making decisions about what will matter to me in the next 5, 10, 15…30 years…is hard.

How do you put a price on the love seat in the den where my dad and I have taken countless naps over the years? What about the ugly old bookshelf that my mom bought in a garage sale when she was pregnant with me and held all of my favorite books like Good Night Moon and I Love You Forever? These things are not simple.
You know what is simple? A cup of tea. It’s amazing the comfort that can come from a bag of dried leaves in a steaming hot mug with honey and lemon. It soothes so many things at once — a sore throat, tense shoulders, a worried mind.
After a week of selling and bargaining and giving things away, it made me remember that it’s the simple pleasures and the people in our life that make each day.
My cousin Ella once worked in a clothing shop in London. I saw her a couple months ago and she taught me how to make a proper cup of British tea. It’s made by pouring boiling water and milk into a cup containing one tea bag. The hot tea scalds the milk and makes the tea sweet without adding even a teaspoon of sugar. Delicious!
What is your favorite simple thing?
p.s. I hope you will forgive my long absence from the blog and promise to make it up to you with lots of new content soon.
Tags: tea













