Tiffany was surprised that Mrs. Winslow understood the peace that making tea deserved. There should be some rituals that are sacrosanct and Tiffany had always enjoyed the process making a pot of tea. Preheating the pot with a swirl of boiling water. Loose tea leaves, then a tea cozy to retain the heat while it steeped.
Mrs. Winslow’s cozy was simple, attractive…and tea-colored.
Tiffany’s first one had been a nice bit of cable-knit wool, in the purest white. In days it had been stained with brown splashes of tea. It had gotten uglier and uglier until she’d had the idea of doing a tea-leaf dye bath. The white wool cozy had come out nicely tea-toned and she still used it every morning. They carried the tea service out into the backyard.
Mrs. Winslow’s back garden was a lush wonder.
Tiffan
