The neighborhood lawn mowers have finally laid off; I’ve got the window open, and other than these soft keyboard clicks, the only other noticeable sound is a few robins and cardinals catching up on the day’s news. Delicious after a rowdy afternoon.
I can’t decide whether the tranquil setting is subliminally boosting my rating for this Tea Forte blend, or whether I just hadn’t paid attention to how nice it is. A base of soft rooibos, a little blueberry and elderberry, a whisper of vanilla (or so saith the tea description). Just berry, no tartness.
This is a pyramid from an aging sampler box I haven’t yet exhausted, but I’m thinking that a fresh tin of loose leaf would be just ducky.
On to the rowdies. (I’m sure you were just waiting to hear;) service project day with the most disparate, wacky, maturity-levels-all-over-the-map group I have taught in years. My work group was on trash and weed control patrol on the church campus when they weren’t doing high hurdles over the shrubbery. Then on to the roller skating rink. Skating rink technology has not changed much in 45 years. Black light, disco balls, limbo, and middle schoolers darting around on wheels like bugs. My job was Watching The Stuff. At one time, I was custodian of eight pairs of shoes, two watches, an asthma inhaler, two tubs of cotton candy, one tray of Don’t Let Anyone Touch Those Nachos, and my fellow sponsor’s phone and ID. All returned safely to their rightful owners.
