Like my own heart

Fancy or plain, tin or paper, my tea boxes are full of treasure. May 2016

Fancy or plain, tin or paper, my tea boxes are full of treasure. May 2016

…box of tea,
like my
own heart
you arrived bearing
that had held
fabulous petals in their gaze
and also, yes,
lost scent
of tea, of jasmine and of dreams,
that scent of wandering spring.

Pablo Neruda

Ah, no wonder I love tea so much! Once again, the poet distills deep wells of emotion into a few well-chosen words.  As we sip our tea (or coffee) today, let’s imagine the miles those leaves and beans traveled to reach us, and silently give thanks for the hands that harvested the bounty that brightens our mornings.  Let’s savor the scents that linger, redolent of faraway lands and adventures we only dream of in our daily lives. I raise my cup with you in a virtual toast to refreshing moments that indulge the imagination as well as the senses.  Santé!

This post was first published seven years ago today. The original post, comments and photo are linked, along with two other related posts, below. These links to related posts, and their thumbnail photos, do not appear in the blog feed; they are only visible when viewing the individual posts by clicking on each one. I have no idea why, nor do I know how they choose the related posts. That’s just the way WordPress does things. 


  1. Julia,
    Right back at you!

    • Thank you, Alan!

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