Found this on Flickr. Might make the tea a bit fuzzy tasting though!
I was watching a show on PBS last night called: Great Lodges of the Canadian Rockies. Aside from the Banff which was magnificent, one that stuck out in my mind was the Six Glaciers Teahouse. There are no pictures of it on line and it is not necessarily a spectacular structure like the Banff, but there is just something about it that appealed to me. They have no electricity or hot water, but no phones to ring and distract them or steal them away from the beauty of the Rockies and quiet contemplation. I’d love to go there, or back to Bubba’s without all those people being there, sucking up the quiet. I enjoyed meeting and being with the people who were there, to a point. Then, I would have loved being there alone with Tech Hubby.
TEA CLUB, originally uploaded by Macco Macclesfield.
1. The first rule of TEA club is you don’t talk about TEA club.
2. The second rule of TEA club is you don’t talk about TEA club.
3. The third rule of TEA club is when a biscuit breaks or goes limp, the DRINK is over.
4. Forth rule is one MUG at a time.
5. Fifth rule, no cream, no sugar.
6. Sixth rule, DRINKS go on as long as they have to.
7. And the Seventh and final rule, if this is your first night at TEA club, you have to DRINK.
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I am co-hostessing a ladies’ afternoon cream tea for my church on May 10th, this Saturday. I think Easter occurring so early has seriously messed up my internal holiday calendar. Well, that and the perpetual snow that seems to fall every other day. I kind of expect the fourth of July activities to be ’snowed out’. Anyway, the tea. I am so jazzed to be doing this tea. Jazzed, and scared! I think it is going to be gorgeous. We are decorating in green and pink. I will be giving a little speech before the scones are served on the proper way to eat scones-hint, you don’t cut them in half as has become (unfortunately) very popular.
Hmmm, maybe a photo tutorial will find its way onto my blog here in the near future!
A very talented lady of the church is making fruit center pieces-yum! The head of the ladies ministry purchased peach, apricot tea for the event to be accompanied by pots of hot water so that ladies may serve themselves herbal tea, for those who cannot ingest caffeine. I, and another lady, are baking my scones from my mixes and I get to have a table set up where I may sell my scones! Woohoo!
Two things I would dearly love to do this year, okay, three; have my book accepted by an agent and subsequently a publisher, attend the Occasion for Tea event being held at the Empress Hotel (which you all know I would blog about, EXTENSIVELY!), and sell teas on line from my home.
Sigh, if any of you have some extra money lying around you don’t need, just toss it my way! ha, ha.
The other night I went over to my sister’s house for a dry rub lettering party. It’s big words you can rub onto your walls and make them look nice and say something about yourself to the people who visit your home.I had a great time except for one thing. My sister has a papillon; small dog, big heart, even BIGGER ears. I love this dog. I fur babysat her when I was single and my sister would go on overnight trips with her family. So, what’s the problem? The dog sat on everyone else’s lap but mine! My sister says it’s because the dog already knows I love her. I think she was being a brat, although, when my husband and I were dating, Rocket (that’s the dogs name, ask my nephew) would sit on my to be husband while he was at my sister’s house. Not in a, I- want -love- pet- me- I’m- cute, sort of way, but a, I’m- holding- you -down- so- you- don’t- cause- any- trouble, sort of way. She really thinks highly of her protective skills that way. Twelve pounds of fluff vs. a grown man. Here are pictures of her ‘Viciousness’. Oh and notice how she’s the color of autumn!
Rubber squeeker, you’re the one! You make livin’ lots of fun! Rubber squeeker I’m awfully fond of you! Boo, boo bedoop!
I could just look at those soft pink ears for hours! I know, it’s an illness.