For the love of tea!
It’s about 90 degrees outside today. Not exactly welcoming weather for a hot pot of tea outside on the deck. So, I started thinking ‘why not have iced tea in a pot and still enjoy the whole tea experience just with iced tea.’? I’m curious to know if others do that as well. Please let me know.
Rather than have plain iced tea in a tall glass filled with ice (everybody does that!), I used one of my favorite tea pots that I bought at a little shop in The Berkshires. It’s a lovely, delicate rose pattern from Crown Dorset Ceramics in Staffordshire, England. Each time we’d go back to the Berkshires I’d grab something from this pattern.
Instead of using a regular tea cup and saucer, I used the beautiful clear tea cup that my tea-friend Gwen gave me. The wording on the front of the cup is “Feuille de Thé” which mean Tea Leaf in English. Appropriate, I thought!
I used a beautiful Celtic shawl my late sister Dori gave me for my wedding as the tablecloth and cut some heliopsis and orange echinacea from my garden to use as a centerpiece. I placed the flowers in a lovely floral mug I bought at the England pavilion at Epcot Disney in 2002. It has a small crack in it, so it’s not useful as a drinking apparatus anymore but fit the bill perfectly for a small bouquet.
Because this tea was a spur-of-the-moment type of event and I wasn’t about to turn on the oven to bake some scones in this 90-degree weather, I just grabbed some fresh strawberries and some lemon cookies. I hadn’t noticed until I started taking photos that the cookies had little clovers on them. Appropriate with the tablecloth.
I’m a tad embarrassed by the blueberries, but I know my tea friends around the world will forgive me for that little faux pas!
I plopped about 6 or 8 ice cubes into the tea pot (it’s a large one!) and one or two into the cup itself and poured away. CLICK HERE TO VIEW ALL PHOTOS TAKEN
With my garden, bird feeders, and the stream in view I sat outside and enjoyed the nice, refreshing libation of good, quality iced tea on a summer day. Granted, it would have been better under a palm tree on a breezy beach, but I’ll take my little slice of heaven here in Maine.