13: My Cup of Tea
1. Tea actually is my cup of tea
2. I think it’s fitting that “tea” and “poetry” rhyme.
3. Poets rhyme sugar / with teacup and saucer / They alliterate morning / with mug.
4. When someone in your house gets a cold and the contagion is all around you and you’re already feeling it try to take hold, take all the preventative treatments that you can and don’t let it move to the second location, like your upper respiratory system.
5. Being sick would be SO much easier if my husband played Scrabble.
6. Christmas cards are endangered but not extinct.
7. My kitchen these days is a lot like my garden in summer. It’s messy but there’s a lot of food in there.
8. The news is like a burning building / that I crane my neck to see / Every couple of hours / I check how far it’s spread – More from Don’t Look Away HERE. 
9. It must be my Irish DNA that makes me love tea over coffee and dark beer over wine. I’m drawn by the intoxicating flavors, the alluring aromas, the warm and cold, the clear amber tones, and, whether assam, ceylon, pekoke, earl grey, or darjeeling, a china cup of tea is a pool of poetry, a remedy for whatever ails.
10. My friend Katherine and I went to a Christmas Tea at Fiddlesticks Farmhouse and enjoyed a high tea in an Old-World library at Christmastime setting. I won a door prize and learned that Christmas Crackers are not to eat! They are brightly decorated twists of paper with a prize inside that opens with a bang when pull them at the Christmas dinner table, a British tradition.
11. Katherine has been putting on tea parties for friends for many years. HERE is a blog post of one, and HERE is a review I wrote about her book of tea poems for the local paper.
12. And I have a whole Teapoet side category and Teapoet poems, serving up savory haiku and sips of poetic brew, wave after wave of words to lull and awaken, to soothe or inspire, HERE.
13. “It’s not so much that magic is real, as that reality is magic.” – My Dharmacratic poet friend Will
_________Thirteen Thursday
December 20th, 2017 7:17 pm
What a wonderful post – and this is a poem in itself – wholly and complete.
It must be my Irish DNA that makes me love tea over coffee and dark beer over wine. I’m drawn by the intoxicating flavors, the alluring aromas, the warm and cold, the clear amber tones, and whether assam, ceylon, pekoke, earl grey, or darjeeling, a china cup of tea is a pool of poetry, a remedy for whatever ails.
Nothing beats a good cuppa!
Cheers and Happy Holidays to you and your family and cherished friends Colleen 🙂
December 20th, 2017 10:53 pm
i grew up on tea, but had to give it. In the last few months I’ve ditched some of my allergies, but I haven’t tested tea again yet.
December 20th, 2017 10:58 pm
gave your book as gifts , Stash tea online do you order it wow
December 20th, 2017 10:59 pm
I made 2 cards this year hilarious and ordered for next already victorian love them same 40 people used to be hundreds
December 21st, 2017 7:52 am
Coffee, please. Though I DO like my occasional cup of Lapsang Souchong…
December 21st, 2017 8:40 am
That Christmas Tea sounds like it was a lot of fun!
December 21st, 2017 10:21 am
Tea is good…but I am a coffee person 😉
December 21st, 2017 12:46 pm
I like tea
I love poetry
Christmas cards
still charm me
I received one
yesterday.
December 21st, 2017 5:58 pm
I don’t send out cards anymore. Your tea adventure sounded lovely. Merry Christmas you you and yours.
December 21st, 2017 7:33 pm
I’m a tea drinker, too. In fact, my favorite is decaf Irish Tea, which is hard to find in my neck of the woods.
December 24th, 2017 4:41 pm
tea all the way for me too! Happy Merry time!