Time For Tea

Time For Tea

I will forever hold in my heart the joys I experienced and the lessons I learned.

Recently my cousin posted a picture of his tea collection. He was transitioning from one job and brought all his tea from work home to mingle with his tea collection at home. When I saw the picture and read the status, it took me back to a different time and place. I responded that Grammie would be so proud. I will forever remember my Grandmother’s love of tea.

I had the opportunity as a child, growing up, to spend a summer at my Grandparents cabin. I remember how we would sit out on the second-floor deck for afternoon tea. It was so peaceful under the canopy of trees, nestled between two hills carved out of the mountainside by the stream that ran next to the cabin. We would sit and talk about life and soak in the sounds of nature.

Across the stream from the cabin, there was a clearing at the base of an extremely large tree which had fallen so long ago. The biggest part of the tree had been cleared away, but the upended roots and base were still there for the forest animals to come to and climb on. Grandad would gather old stale bread from the bakery outlet in the city and dry it out so it wouldn’t spoil further. We would break up the bread and sprinkle it in the clearing around the fallen tree. In the daytime for tea we could watch the smaller animals, chipmunks mostly, come for their afternoon tea as well.

At night, after dinner, we would have our nightly tea and dessert. Granddad had installed floodlights so that we could watch the animals that came out after dark. These were the deer and raccoons. Oh, how Grammie loved the raccoons! There would be families of raccoons, and she loved to watch the babies waddle behind the parents.

My grandparents had a deep respect for nature, and the animals knew that they were safe on our land. The forest around the cabin was old growth. The trees had not been logged since the early 1900’s. Granddad made it clear that he thought the forest was worth more than the money the trees would bring. I learned my deep respect for nature and the environment from my Granddad and time spent at the cabin.

Life marches on. The cabin was eventually sold when health forced my Grandparents to move closer to the medical facilities and civilization. That has been what feels like a lifetime. My Grandparents are gone now as well. But I will forever hold in my heart the joys I experienced and the lessons I learned.

My son has discovered a love for tea. I look at him and see the respect for life and the joy for the little things that I received from my Grandparents and know, the best in life somehow finds a way to continue, to grow. They will always be with me, they are a part of me. For now, I think I will have a cup of tea.

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Dear Mom, I Hope You Know

I hope you know that I am here for you--until the very end.

Dear Mom,

I hope you know that I appreciate you.

You are the hardest working woman I know, continuously putting your family before yourself. Thank you for doing all of the tedious jobs that no one wants to do like keeping the house in order, cooking the food, and doing the laundry. Thank you for constantly putting up with my siblings and I. Thank you for always supporting us in our interests and hobbies. Thank you for investing in our daily lives and listening to our minor problems. Thank you for always loving us unconditionally.

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I hope you know I'm sorry.

I know I can be a big pain in the butt sometimes, and for that I'm sorry. I'm sorry for yelling at you, arguing with you, not listening to you, and making dumb decisions at times, but thank you for loving me anyways. Thank you for helping me stand back up, teaching me right from wrong, and pushing me to be the very best version of me.

I hope you know your love inspires me.

You live your life with a love that is contagious. Whether its nurturing love, tough love, friendly love, or romantic love, you have it all and you show it daily. The love you and Dad share is something I hope to find one day and the love you have for your family is evident in the way you constantly put us first.

I hope you know that you are my biggest role model and hero.

Ever since I was a little girl, you have been the person I have looked to in my life. You are strong, independent, confident, loving, supportive, and nurturing-- everything I strive to be as a woman and as a future mother. You give the best advice, even when I don't always take it. Though, I should know better by now because mothers always know best. Without you in my life, I honestly don't know where I'd be.

I hope you know that you are my best friend.

Not only are you my biggest cheerleader supporting me in everything I do, you are the person I talk to about everything, whether it's good or bad. I'm honestly so thankful for the relationship we share because I've had countless screwups and you literally give the best advice. Seriously, thank you for being the person I can count on at all times, at any time of the day or even night to just talk with. I mean we really do have some of the best conversations, best laughs, best cries (when needed), and the most fun watching cheesy chick flicks together or going on crazy shopping adventures.

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I hope you know that I am here for you--until the very end.

I don't mean to make you cry or anything -- even though you probably already are, but I want you to know that when the time comes, I'm going to be there for you just like all of these years you've been here for me. I will be there to support you, talk with you, laugh with you, cry with you, and love you for all of my life.

Honestly, I can't really imagine my life without you -- but it doesn't matter because I wouldn't be here without you, so here's to you.

Thank you for being you.

Love you lots!

Your daughter.

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Poetry On Odyssey: Poems On Friendship

It can kill you or revive you, but whatever the case, it will change your life.


A Poem Beginning with the Death of Caesar

Et tu, Brute?—Then fall Caesar.

[He dies.]

The stab wasn't what killed him,


Caesar truly died of a broken heart.


upon seeing his best friend involved in the conspiracy,

Caesar could no longer find the strength to live in this world.

I can't say I blame him.

A bond with a best friend,

a true best friend,

is deeper than family,

deeper than marriage.

They are your soulmate.

But that kind of relationship is a mutual thing.

It may be unspoken,


but it is mutual.

The pain of finding out a best friendship isn't mutual is unbearable.

The rejection is one thing,

but there's almost always an accompanying betrayal.

That's the real knife,

the real stab.

It twists in your heart and,

instead of blood,

makes tears flow.

And you stare at the one you loved so much,

wishing you could just disappear or die.

But you aren't Caesar,

they aren't Brutus,


though the pain is there,

the knife isn't.

So you live,

wondering when the pain will end.

Still Fourteen - Beginning with a Line by Shakespeare

To me fair friend you never can be old

because you will always be fourteen,

awkward but happy-go-lucky,

with jacked-up teeth and mousy brown hair.

You knew no pain then,

not really,

and you were refreshing to my already tortured mind.

You made my dark times easier,

holding a flashlight out for me to find you,

even though you never knew what you were really doing.

Things are a little different now.

You have experienced pain and heartbreak,

despite my very best efforts to help you otherwise,

but I was there with a flashlight for you,

returning the favor.

You now know the full extent of all you did for me,

which makes it harder for me to hide my pain from you,

but I know that's for the best.


time has flown by the last eight years,

and every time I see you,

I still see the awkward fourteen-year-old in my algebra class,

asking if I want to work with her.

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