Tea Parties

When I was growing up, my mother had a neighbor and friend who would come by to visit. She was a wonderful, wise woman, that we all loved. I always thought it was so great when my mom would serve hot tea from a real tea pot...you know, the pretty ones that have history. The tea somehow tasted so much better, and you just felt so much more special drinking tea from the pretty pot.

This past weekend, we visited our parents and attended a high school reunion (another story-another day). Anyway, on Saturday morning, my mother and I went by to visit one of her longtime, dear friends, whom is now also a friend to me. (Isn't it funny how you grow into some friendships, and how wonderful?) Anyway, we went by to visit (at a planned time). When we arrived, here she had the table set with pretty teacups and little plates, the teapot, and a plate of banana bread, already cut into small pieces and buttered. I just felt so special.

Now at my house, sometimes I could hand you a teabag, cup of hot water (from the microwave, no less) and maybe a snack, but gee, nothing so special. I think I should revamp my ways. Wonder if any of my friends or relatives would wonder what and why?

Anyway, we visited, laughed and enjoyed our tea. Afterwards, we took a walk through her beautiful yard outside, looking at her flowers, bird baths, and various other wonders, including a secret garden, where our friend says she can sit and talk to God. What joy she gets from her yard and her ways, serving us as such special guests and sharing so much. And, what joy she gave to us.

What a perfect morning. Thank you for the gift of that morning, Barb and Mom. I love you.