Over the seasons, friends oozed, hopped, flew, crawled, or slithered by for tea. We had enchanted tea parties in this magical yard. Their manners were charming, except for Ms. Toad, who peed on my hand as I was helping her be seated. She had a pre-existing bladder disorder so I didn't take it personally. The woodland guests came to my home. The ocean-dwelling friends invited me to theirs on the stony shores of the Salish Sea. Each one sat for a portrait.
As a tea snob, I like black, loose-leaf, organic, fair-trade, free-range, non-gluten, shade-grown, CFC free, no MSG, non-GMO, vegan, dolphin-friendly, Earl Grey tea. Some guests preferred we share a pot of freshly picked mint tisane. Two chose an earwig infusion. It was slightly bitter.
My gratitude to Mother Nature, who nurtures these delicate little wonders. Long may she reign.
Jay Rainey. British Columbia, Canada. Click here for part one.
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" Oh, isn't this adorable! Little cups with flowers painted on them! I can't wait for Reginald to arrive, but I hope he understands that I never exchange mucous on a first date"
That crab looks like he's grumpily but politely waiting for someone to pour his tea.
Lol perfect timing with that shot. Looks like it's having a great time
"What the hell - how am I supposed to fit my legs through these tiny handles? I hate these trendy pretentious restaurants, why can't they give us plates?"
"I've done it again. I'm overdressed. Why didn't I listen to Mother? "Don't wear a hat," she said. "It's a casual tea party in the barn, not the Ritz," she said. God, I feel ridiculous"
