I am saying goodbye to this beloved tea today. I put the remainder of the bag in the Mason Jar for a final cold-brew. The color. That greenish yellow hue I will see no more. That flavor that lingered long after consumption will be but a memory. The aroma that came to me as a spring day. Is gone.
This tea was with me on many a journey. Most notably my fathers funeral. I thought what will I drink to maintain my composure? This was the answer. Just like springtime life goes on.