It’s been an eventful Easter—torrential rain overnight; Turkey Creek overflowing in the neighbors’ yards; some joy and chaos with my church kids (can you balance six jellybeans on a craft stick clamped in your mouth and say your memory verse?); a quick and quiet lunch followed up by tornado warnings bullying their way through several counties.
Sun’s out now and Hootie (yep, we named her) is peeking out of the knothole to see if the coast is clear. We think she’s got eggs or babies in the knothole because she’s had to fend off some greedy crows. Never underestimate the fury of a mama owl on the warpath.
In all the excitement, I’ve almost forgotten what I planned to say about this gentle oolong, other than my thanks to Martin is long-g-g-g-g-g overdue! I kept the steep time and temp very light, so the essence of the oolong base and the gardenia was barely there. Not heavily floral at all, but that’s the way I like my oolong.
People who liked this
Comments
I love Hootie! What a great name for your owl friend. The tea sounds marvelous, too.
It’s one to sit and enjoy slowly and thoughtfully; I haven’t had the time for slow or the brains for thoughtful of late!
I think it is just right between too strong floral notes and too boring “just oolong” notes.
That’s a great way to describe it, Martin!
I love Hootie! What a great name for your owl friend. The tea sounds marvelous, too.
It’s one to sit and enjoy slowly and thoughtfully; I haven’t had the time for slow or the brains for thoughtful of late!
I think it is just right between too strong floral notes and too boring “just oolong” notes.
That’s a great way to describe it, Martin!