My copper kettle whistles merrily
and signals that it is time for tea.
The fine china cups are filled with the brew.
There’s lemon and sugar
and sweet cream, too.
But, best of all there’s friendship,
between you and me.
As we lovingly share our afternoon tea.
Hello everyone! Today I am having tea with some of my mother's old china. She collected it from the grocery store (back when you could do that). It is a full set, everything but alas, the teapot. The pattern is called English Garden- fine bone china.
I love my little blue crackled vase. It has a story and a fond memory. Way back when I first got married, I was on an outing with my DH. He was playing baseball with his submarine buddies and I found a flea market next to the ball field. (Mystic Ct.) I found the vase there for 50 cents. Such a deal...
I hope you all have a wonderful week.