Another week of tea drabbles. This time it’s black tea and England instead of green tea and Japan. Don’t you just love a cup of tea in the autumn, chilly weather? Let me know what you think in the comments, I love a good critique.
The two lumps I took from the sugar bowl plopped into the milk like stones in a pond. Greedily, I took another lump and tossed it in too. I watched the water boil, impatient to get my mug and go to the garden. I poured the not-quite-boiling water into the pot and let it brew. Placing the strainer on the thin porcelain, I filled my cup to the brim. With book and cup in hand I went to the garden to sit on the bench among the roses and listen to the birds chirp while I enjoyed my black tea.