Taken with milk and sugar, though this is one of the few breakfast teas that I find palatable without. I am trying to enjoy a pot of this pure keemun this morning in spite of realizing that I haven’t heard “my” birdies today and I can’t remember hearing them yesterday.
Oh, Canada! Must you take them ALL back in the summer? The little white-throated sparrows make me smile every morning with their sweet, breathy, reedy song as they scratch the ground ’neath my feeders and toss leaves about. Their adorable little striped heads and yellow lores will be sorely missed, but their return is one of the few things I look forward to about winter. They have rescued many a low morning just by singing outside my window.
Meanwhile, my pot of English Breakfast will have to brace me for this busy day. Hmmmm. Maybe I should have made Queen Catherine. She is the most consoling and bracing!