Tea
I had a tea today that reminded me of childhood . . .
It was mango peach and I used too much sugar. So it was syrupy sweet.
Reminded me of the potpourri that my mum used in our cedar closet. Not good not bad . . . just cloying. I love that cedar closet something feirce. It's about six and a half feet tall and 4 feet wide made totally of cedar. And antique that was passed through my family. It has a wee key that is duct taped to the inside of the door, because the lock itself would need considerable TLC to work. Sometimes it opens without proviacation swinging silently and open. Sometimes it won't open without a large man pulling on the handle and swearing.
I love the smell of cedar and there was a point in time where I was miffed about the potpourri. Until mum explained that it would smell like moth balls because of Gram if we didn't.
So. There you have it. Whatever it is.
<3
It was mango peach and I used too much sugar. So it was syrupy sweet.
Reminded me of the potpourri that my mum used in our cedar closet. Not good not bad . . . just cloying. I love that cedar closet something feirce. It's about six and a half feet tall and 4 feet wide made totally of cedar. And antique that was passed through my family. It has a wee key that is duct taped to the inside of the door, because the lock itself would need considerable TLC to work. Sometimes it opens without proviacation swinging silently and open. Sometimes it won't open without a large man pulling on the handle and swearing.
I love the smell of cedar and there was a point in time where I was miffed about the potpourri. Until mum explained that it would smell like moth balls because of Gram if we didn't.
So. There you have it. Whatever it is.
<3