Not sprays of twigs with red plastic berries at the end, festooned with plasticized snow and glitter. Not a cranberry scone with a drizzle of glaze. Rather, the visual of a light layer of frozen rain glistening on the tiny red cranberries lining the boardwalk of the kettle bog, a hidden pocket, a remnant of Ohio’s glaciation. The same glassy glaze on the highbush blueberry of higher ground. Thick piles of sphagnum moss in impenetrably dark water, pitcher plants, tamaracks. I like when tea reminds me of my roots, and, at the risk of sounding like an old person… the good days, memories of which, in this moment, are now heavily relied upon. Lightly flavored, let it cool a bit. Throw in a little nostalgia from childhood – play-doh – and consider me lost temporarily to better times.
Thank you for the care package, ashmanra :) I’m down to the last few teaspoons, so I’m off to place a small order for me and Kiki.
Flavors: Berries, Cream, Herbaceous, Mint, Tangy, Tea