I made tea for myself this Saturday morning.
I had taken the short walk to the little bakery down the street to pick up our daily bread and two apple strudel, and that called for some tea.
As I poured the water over the teabag the scented steam rose and woke a memory.
I, as a 7 year old, was taken back to a morning in my grandmother's kitchen, a big house just outside of Morristown, NJ with large gardens. I was always allowed 'grown-up' tea when I went to visit with her. She would always fill the hot cup of tea with warmed milk. There was a particular scent of that hot mix and to this day I will be sent back to those times when I smell hot tea with milk.
The power of 'aroma therapy' was, I believe, born out of this human ability.
ps, the apple strudel was very tasty too.
Note to Rachel - my dear friend, I cannot read your blog as it has been made private. I miss being a part of your progress. Hope you are doing well in your nursing classes.
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Hey, I sent an email invite to you . . . but if your email changed you can send me an email at thesleepdeprivedmomma@hotmail.com and I'll snatch that email address and send another invite. I just had to cover my ARSE in regards to The Husband and his nosiness. :)
For me it was butter tarts ginger ale mixed with orange juice at my grandmother's.
Memories are good.
Hope you are well and happy. Post more pictures soon. After this past few days of gloomy weather, I could use a glance at the landscapes you see.
Hello???? Anyone home? Now, that I'm blogging everyone else has to as well...that's the rule!
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