Pursuit Of Spark

The fragrance of mock orange blossoms reached us as we sipped green tea harvested in Japan just a month ago.

Cool Gyokuro tea in new tiny cups on a green cloudy day.

My chair was dry when I stepped out for tea this morning, but the garden held memories of yesterday's rain.

The garden is filling up with color.

The roses are in bloom in Maggie Barrett's Tuscan garden, the peonies are about to open in mine, and we talked about the stories that are embedded in their beauty.

The weather was already steamy when we stepped into the garden for tea.

Tea in Pennsylvania listening to the pines in the forest creaking.

Daughter of the Forest red tea this morning in a teabowl by potter Jack Troy impressed with roots and glazed with ash from the bark of Pennsylvania trees.

The leaves were still wet with yesterday's rain, the sun came out, the gray yunomi held the outline of clouds.

A dogwood blossom lay on the picnic table like an offering from a naughty squirrel.

Some things that seem out of scale or unkempt are actually beautiful.

The garden beds are newly defined with thick mulch, the red maple glowed in the sunlight.

Sun dogwood sky by Pursuit of Spark

No time to finish my second cup of Dragon Well tea before racing for the train.

The sun came out, and three girls walked past on their way to middle school, practicing their dance moves.

A fine mist was falling as I walked into the garden for tea.

As the dogwood fades, the peony and chive buds hint at what's to come.

Everything was damp, but I was determined to sit under the dogwood while her bracts were still tipped with red.

The pink dogwood is fading, and the locust bark is changing from the inside out.

Liu Bao tea picked in China many years ago warmed me on this rainy spring morning.