Up the Lazy River

Rivers know this: there is no hurry.

We shall get there some day.

~~ Winnie The Pooh ~~

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I rolled out the deck rug, set up the seating, smoothed out the damask . . .

. . . brewed White Jasmine tea, arranged the macaroons . . .


. . . and then sat out under the clear blue skies, watching a jet mimic a shooting star.

I eased my way through the afternoon tea hour, being joined by various sippers and nibblers. Even Mr. Bingley expressed interest in my little respite .

So much work for a mere cup of tea? It proved worth it . . . if only for a single day (though I see no sign of rain on the horizon and shall surely sit out again tomorrow if given half the chance).

; )

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Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge
And lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you,
You will suddenly know everything there is to be known.

~~ Winnie the Pooh ~~