Wednesday
Sep012010

rishi raspberry green tea

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As my thoughts begin to drift fondly toward notions of nuzzley scarves, tall boots and noisy corduroys, I seek teas that will serve pleasing sippers, both hot and iced. Something slightly mutable for the seasonal shift.  

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Green teas are good for that. And, when I noticed that Rishi has quite a list of new tea offerings, I reached out to them for a few samples. This darling is their raspberry green tea. The dry aroma is of cubes of pink bubble gum. The likes of those I’d chomp on for hours as a kid, despite the fleeting flavor.

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It’s light on the tongue. Tastes of tart hibiscus and fresh berries sweet.  

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Green tea is a pleasing pick-me-up sipper for workday slumps. I also imagine this pretty pink tonic would impress poured from a large pitcher into glasses clinking with thick ice cubes, while lounging on the porch with friends. Taking in all that remains of this summer.

Wednesday
Aug252010

the games shadows play

shadow play

I lie in bed. Eye the frosted glass panes of the front door. 
 
Swaying branches of the tree outside, play tricks on my sights. A long branch vies for attention from those lower and smaller than itself. Brisk movements of this leafy arm catch my overly aware attention as it swats the others out of view. A muted orange glow from the light across the way enhances the shadowy reflection of the crisscross fence beside, warding off passersby walking through the alley. 

I may doze off into a light slumber. The rest does not linger. I may wake with a jolt from the heavy-footed neighbor above. Then, when a shadow moves, adrenaline sparks energy throughout my limbs. I can't seem to look away, and as minutes hours pass, I grow weary of these abstract annoyances. 
 
Seeking sanctuary, I scoot over to his cool, empty side of the bed. It's that much closer to the door. I'm no longer tucked into the farthest corner of our studio space. Then, I roll over to face the wall. Solely focused on sleep---its relentless hum flutters beneath my eyelids, coaxing them to meet.
 
Most nights, however, avoidance doesn't put my nerves and active and self torturing imagination to rest. I lie awake until just before he arrives home. Text him to chat. Yes, I'm still awake.

When the key (finally) clicks the door open, the shadows are swept away. Somehow they vanish even when door resumes its hold. 
 
There's comfort in that click. His return.

Sunday
Aug012010

unruly things

yes, we're open

Ladies and gents, I apologize for the silence here. I'm a bit indisposed, having suffered a minor back injury. And, when I mustered up the energy this morning to type through the pain, hoping to post photographs of our recent staycation in honor of Mr.Mr.'s birthday, our unruly computer scolded me. "Hey you, blogger girl, I'm overwhelmed with all of the photographs you've saved over the years. You can't save anymore. And, you can't edit any either. Good luck with that."

Needless to say, these two setbacks have beaten out my best intentions of being here and sharing with you.

So, please excuse the silence. I promise that I have a few fun posts to share once I'm able to. Believe it or not, this blog will be three years old soon. Crazy, huh?

xo