Lydia made the comical observation that “it’s always teatime around here.” I must admit anyone peeking into our life would find an abnormal amount of used tea cups and still warm tea pots nestled in cozies dotted around the premises. Of course this remark brought up some concern about our sanity levels, after all, Alice encountered a group forever locked in teatime and they were all quite mad. I am ashamed to admit I have never read Alice in Wonderland, but Lydia enlightened me to the knowledge that the Mad Hatter and Time were not on speaking terms and that is why the party was eternally trapped in teatime. As I have made it a point to become good friends with Time, I need not worry about teatime becoming an involuntary task. It would be dreadful for something so wonderful to become so . . . well, dreaded! Even while writing this I am accompanied by the soothing brew, though I admit I prefer tea in a social setting to a solitary one. Still, I have never known a grim moment, a sad thought, a hopeful wish, or a joyful occasion that was not improved by a hot cup of good tea.
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