My spine feels like a corkscrew of fusilli pasta. Partly a little stress (tagged to spend parts of the next three days away from home on LPN duty before and after my mom’s colonoscopy). Partly from an afternoon hunched over mother-in-law’s “Family Pets” scrapbook (tornado salvage) re-mounting pictures for a Christmas surprise. Photos from the 1970’s when you had to take film to be developed, and thus learned to live with badly framed out-of-focus snapshots.

So, needing to relax and not needing to fuss, this was a good call. Chamomile is chamomile; I’ve never noticed any significant variance in flavor. But Celestial Seasonings picked a really nice apple scent and taste to pair it with.

Ooh. Need to pack some.

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Somebody asked me once when I became a tea junkie; I think it dates back to college when I needed caffeine for a 7 a.m. class but chose not to do coffee. My favorite teapot is a medium-sized Brown Betty given to me by my Mema; the painted flowers are chipping off, but the size and feel is perfect. I rejoice when I get a morning to brew a pot of loose tea starting with a kettle; not a bag and a hot pot.


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