As I Grow Older
I'm not alone, I'm sure.
As I grow older I notice one or two changes in my personal landscape, sometimes under the heading of 'Likes and Dislikes'.
I would say my landscape is broadening. Others would say I'm just getting fussy, crispy or difficult to please.
I'm done with ordinary, common, garden-variety tea bags. Blah blah blah. The people from tea-producing nations have been laughing at my choices for years.
"Gord drinks tea dust, the stuff we sweep off the floors," I can hear them say. "It tastes more of bag than tea."
Not anymore. Now I drink tea that is filled with chunks of dried plant matter, petals of blue and yellow wild flowers picked by skilled men and women from high and steep mountain-sides, and flavour - FLAVOUR - rich, aroma-filled flavour that knocks my socks off. Like this Russian Earl Grey.
"I can live with fussy"
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Photos by GH
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