I must admit....I am feeling kinda sorry for myself...why? Let's say because I have raised 4 wonderful human beings and the first two are adults and living in the Pacific Northwest. Great you say? Sadly for me they have the most adorable children, my son has 2 and my beautiful daughter has 2, however, I am not able to hold or kiss them because I am in the South. No, not South America! Anyhow, this is a picture of Saaj and Gwyneth in our home in Belle Meade. I miss walking them across the street to the park and taking them to see Martha at the plantation. I so miss the laughter and funny faces that Saaj would make when his Uncle Wellington did something he knew could get him in a spot of heat with me. Gwyneth learned to walk on December 25th in our living room. We vacationed this past June and were afforded the opportunity to take them to daycare and gather kisses throughout our two weeks....but it's not the same. Perhaps I shouldn't blog about this but I believe in being true to the Spirit of Truth. Poking around on blogs sort of got to me when I found Carolyn and her gardens, then I found kindred souls that enjoy Victorian and all things British...heaven forbid I found junkers and writers, lovers of history and humanity...I was hooked! My oldest son and daughter are a distant memory...only because they choose to live life and not include me...It hurts...how can I make sense of raising two incredibly Great human beings and watch society win their hearts? No answer but choice. Well, I do have delicious memories and the chance to share with my sweeties Wellington and Wisdom. Thank the memory angels for photos both physical and mental that I can capture my Glam'babies any moment I feel the need. Will you keep Gwyneth, Saaj, Rie'Annuh and Michael in your prayers? They are amazing and I believe your prayers will make it even more so!
" There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as an afternoon tea." - Henry James
This morning after getting the children off to school ...I prepared my scone mix and baked them gently in the oven. While the tea was brewing and the scones baking... I went to the parlor and found my favorite teacup my daughter Suzi gave me for holiday 13 years ago. Sitting in my garden I shared the birdsong with warm strawberry scones and a hot cup of Joy. I agree with Henry James... there are a few hours more agreeable than this ceremony. Do you enjoy a slow cup of tea?
