Each
cup of tea represents an imaginary voyage. - Catherine Douzel
I walk and then I remember
to plant the garlic. I was told that it should be planted on the winter
solstice, but tonight in the last shades of light, I push the cloves into the
ground unsure of depth, unsure of timing, but this must be what I wanted to be
doing-standing with my hands in the mud on a December night. I remember the early
spring when I last cursed the missed opportunity, forgetting to plant the
garlic once again. Yet I also remember, some charitable soul said, a true gardener
never seems to do things at the right time, they do them when they have the
time.
These thoughts echo my recent ventures into the garden, never seeming to be able to, or have the time to, do things I think I should, but most often it seems to work out in the long run. If not this year then maybe the next.
I think this teapot is my very favorite thing in this Rough Ideas section you sent to me. I would love to have a hand-made Catherine White tea pot. We drink tea everyday here in Kensington, CA, even when the sun shines in February on Groundhog's Day.