Tuesday, August 20, 2013
My day in cups of tea.
I love tea - I drink rather a lot of it. Too much, probably, but never mind - fancy a cup?
I am usually first up. I make my way to the kitchen, put the kettle on and have my first mug of the day looking out on the morning. I love Clipper organic tea and have used it for years - a good honest brew. Milk, no sugar.
Still sipping, I step into my wellies and wander outside to give the hens their breakfast. They are always so ravenously hungry, they make me smile. I watch them pecking their pellets frantically as I finish my tea, although it is now a bit cold.
Back inside, I make a fresh mug. I never usually bother about a teapot - just swish the teabag round the cup until it looks the right colour. Time to make James's packed lunch for school, and John is now up and about, so he has his first cup of the day too.
Breakfast time and my third cup of the morning! Ach well - I have been up for a while by now.
So - James is off to school, morning chores are done, the washing machine is humming away, John is back in from the croft and we sit down for a wee planning meeting, Cup of coffee this time (instant) - usually my only coffee of the day. I look forward to this mid morning break - a chance to breathe out and to catch up with each other. We are thinking about building a stone shed, so we talk around our various ideas and make some plans.
Break over and back to work - I am catching up on some paperwork, and doing a bit of decluttering as I go along. But then - a visitor! A newly retired friend from the next village calls in to have a look at the polytunnel. Kettle goes back on, and a pot of tea for three is soon ready. Oh yes, we break out the shortbread too! Nice chat, and then we have a good wander round the plot, discussing growing and gardening plans - perfect diversion.
After lunch, I take my tea out into the poly tunnel to sort out some seeds I want to sow before Winter. I somehow manage to get some compost in the cup, so it kind of loses its appeal. I cant spend too much time in here, though, because I need to help John with the sheep.
We have two sheep that still need to be sheared, and lambs to be marked and tagged. Also, John noticed earlier that one of the ewes was limping a bit, so they can all have their feet checked. A fair bit of work ahead...
Phew! Job done, and I collapse on the couch with a reviving mug of tea in my purple stained hands.There wasn't anything obvious with the limping ewe - I trimmed and cleaned her foot and we'll keep an eye on her for a day or two.
It is four o'clock already - James is home, so I enjoy catching up on his day and overseeing the homework before beginning preparations for dinner. This will likely be my last tea of the day. I find that if I drink it in the evening, I take a long time to get to sleep at night. It is water from now until bedtime.
The end of the day - dinner over, dishes washed, story told, James asleep - and time for me to settle down with a nightcap. A cup of No-caf, preferably made by my husband, and some gentle reading before bed calls.
The Simple Things is a lovely magazine, and they do a feature where they interview a person about their day in cups of tea. I liked this idea and thought I would shamelessly apply it to myself. I hope you enjoyed it. Pop round for a cuppa anytime xx