Poetry Teatime: A new tradition
One warm winter afternoon, I bought some lovely teacups for myself and the girls, along with one more manly mug, for my son, Michael. I baked some special sweet-smelling ginger snap cookies to lure my unsuspecting children to the kitchen, then pulled out an armload of poetry books, and my Commonplace notebook of favorite quotes. My dear, late mother left behind several dozen charming but rarely used hats, which I then quickly dealt out to the little crowd that gathered.
And then it happened. A new Tuesday Teatime tradition of finding and sharing new and old favorite poems and quotes began!!!
Image by Anne
Just beautiful. Congratulations. And with a kitty stowaway, to boot!