This evening in The Grove.Chinese tea, perfumed and decorated with rosebuds, was a Christmas present last year. Today I realise that I have neglected to drink it. The donor will be with us in a couple of weeks time, and will doubtless inspect the tin. Every day now it is rose buds mid-morning. And it is no hardship in case you get hold of the wrong end of the stick. The tea is wonderfully fragrant. And lovely to behold. Dried rose buds reside among the leaves and come back to life when hot water is added, like Japanese paper flowers.
Two Newfoundlands live on the periphery of The Grove. They are called Seal and Sophie. They are not related but are good friends. Sophie's man stops to talk. "She has just had a bath" he says. "It takes three hours. It has to be entrusted to a specialist. We can only have it done three times a year, because otherwise it would dry up the natural oils in her coat."
3 comments:
Perhaps Newfoundlands need to be bathed in a careful infusion of rosebud tea...
Thanks for the morning's laugh, Lucy!
Nw I'm going to search for that lovely tea.
I need a sequence of embarrassing moments for BR and one has just cropped up. A blogger who writes freely about an acquaintance, safe in the knowledge that the acquaintance is a self-confessed luddite when it come to computers. But is not to know that the acquaintance, as a gesture of friendship, has secretly acquired a laptop and is learning the ropes, intending to send a surprise email as a birthday present. And learning the ropes includes accessing blogs...
Now all I need is a BR character who blogs. But, goodness me, who blogs these days?
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