Talking to myself . . .

[Magdalena]

I like iced tea. 

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[Dave]

We made our tea, and sat together drinking it in comfortable silence while enjoying the garden view, the chatter of birds, the play of dogs and I'm sure the comforting memories of our lives.

That is so impressionistically evocative - quite beautiful. It brought to mind Eartha Kitt singing Lazy Afternoon.

Ah, Eartha Kitt. Ah . . .

[hermes2015]

Thanks Gloucester. You obviously see what I mean.

[Davin]

I like iced tea. 

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[Biggus Dickus]

We made our tea, and sat together drinking it in comfortable silence while enjoying the garden view, the chatter of birds, the play of dogs and I'm sure the comforting memories of our lives.

That is so impressionistically evocative - quite beautiful. It brought to mind Eartha Kitt singing Lazy Afternoon.

Ah, Eartha Kitt. Ah . . .

Yes, Eartha Kitt singing this song is the perfect accompaniment to my memory of that afternoon, thanks Hermes, both for the choice of song and the compliment.

[Icarus]

You have to be pretty old to remember that Eartha Kitt was once a popular entertainer. I am, and I do.

[hermes2015]

You have to be pretty old to remember that Eartha Kitt was once a popular entertainer. I am, and I do.

That's true, and I am also old enough. However, I also believe that good music (and design, art, and everything else) is timeless. That is why one can still appreciate Bach and Mozart. Or a Chanel dress from the 1930s.

[Dave]

You have to be pretty old to remember that Eartha Kitt was once a popular entertainer. I am, and I do.

Me, too!

[Dragonia]

I just returned from vacation abroad and I while gone I realized one thing that I feel is very important or at least I personally feel is important and needs to be noted or written down; I'm equally surprised I never thought of or noticed this before.

The whistle of the teapot speaks all languages does it not? I was sitting one afternoon with a family member of my wife in Honduras, and we had decided to have tea together outside in the garden while we were waiting for others to join us.

We had been to a lovely market the day before, and I picked up some Marrakesh Mint Green Tea along with some local raw honey.

When the tea kettle started to whistle I commented how relaxing and even sentimental the sound made me feel. From the early bustle of the pot as the water comes to boil and then on to the early wisps of the whistle itself until it reaches full sound, and then of course the short spats of the whistle as it is removed from the heat source to a cold burner.

I close my eyes and I'm a young boy at home running into our kitchen turning off the kettle for my mother, or if I close my eyes even harder I'm an even younger boy sitting at the kitchen table of my grandparents home, anxiously awaiting my tea and cookies from my Nana.

My tea partner this afternoon made a similar comment about how she also loved the sound of the kettle whistle, and found it equally relaxing. The tea kettle she said was a reminder of the importance of slowing down each day if just enough to take a break and relax for a short time and enjoy the present.

We made our tea, and sat together drinking it in comfortable silence while enjoying the garden view, the chatter of birds, the play of dogs and I'm sure the comforting memories of our lives.

I alway's like this quote about tea.

It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea."
― Dylan Thomas, A Child's Christmas in Wales

OH, i just love this whole post....

[Sandra Craft]

^^^  Ditto

[Icarus]

I have fond memories of the tea ceremonies I had with my daughter when she was five years old.  We did make actual tea and we enjoyed it in pleasing quietude and love for each other. I referred to her, during those ceremonies as Miss Muffet........ nostalgia is sweet.

[Biggus Dickus]

I have fond memories of the tea ceremonies I had with my daughter when she was five years old.  We did make actual tea and we enjoyed it in pleasing quietude and love for each other. I referred to her, during those ceremonies as Miss Muffet........ nostalgia is sweet.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm too nostalgic, too sentimental as I often have a hard time letting go of material things because of the sentimental value I give them.

I mean I have small toys from when I was a boy adorning my dresser, my father's dress green jacket from the Army hangs in my closet next to mine...my mother's winter cap is on my hat rack, and both of my parents have long since passed away.

Wonder around my house, even my garage and workroom and you'll see things like that all over, from furniture, to bar signs, heck I have my father's shaving brush on display in my bookshelf. (It's old, ivory handled on a stand)

Weird huh?

[Dragonia]

Not weird so much, just .....  sentimental!  And another dimension to your nostalgia is the fact that it sounds like a lot of what you hang on to and display are actual pieces of history, both personal and Americana. That's kind of neat! I say surround yourself with what you love! Screw what others think about it.
I myself am not very sentimental, and I can kind of trace why that personality trait developed in me. I get rid of stuff like you wouldn't believe. But there are definitely times that I wish so much that I had kept something. 

[Magdalena]

I like this place because I learn a lot about the universe and myself. I'm comfortable here. This place is priceless.

Dionysus

Anyone...Can I get an amen?   Please?

~Thank you.

[hermes2015]

I like this place because I learn a lot about the universe and myself. I'm comfortable here. This place is priceless.

Dionysus

Anyone...Can I get an amen?   Please?

~Thank you.

Amen, sister!