Seven years ago my daughter and I went on a 12 day trip to England to see what we could see, and we saw All That We Could See in that amount of time, including my British friend, A. who took us out romping in the Midlands and showed us great hospitality. It was at her home that I first saw an electric kettle, an essential now in my own home. Oh what a time we had together! Today A. mentioned that she was having a cream tea in my honor and since my daughter, G. gave me this dotty Stoke-on-Trent mug, made in the year of the Queen's Jubilee, I decided to have my own cream tea this afternoon.
Cream tea does not mean "pouring cream in tea," but instead it means having scones (what we call biscuits in rancher talk) and plopping them with whipped cream and jam. This is a real treat! I used my own strawberry jam on these. Hubs enjoyed it too although he did not take any tea with his biscuit.
I enjoyed re-reading some lovely cards.
Then I decided to take a turn around the garden.
I love moss roses and they are thriving in the heat of the sun...
...and lilies and hollyhocks are holding on.
Mrs. Robin and her fledglings were out and about the yard.
It's another hot afternoon, but still, taking a cream tea was very refreshing to the soul.
If you are cold, tea will warm you. If you are too heated, it will cool you. If you are depressed, it will cheer you. If you are excited, it will calm you.