My tea shelf is overflowing with so many delicious choices that it was challenging to know what to share with you. Then I sampled this tea and knew this tastiness had to be shared.
When I first smelled Harvest Apple Spice, I felt like it was Fall. It smells like apple cider and made me want to put on a sweater and jump in a pile of leaves. I was hopeful that the taste would be just as good and I was not disappointed.
On their website http://teaforte.com this tea is described as “Flavor: Juicy apple spice, orchestrated with notes of berry richness and a hint of oak. Aroma: Sweet apple cider with mulled-spice fragrance and faint berry undertow”.
If you are missing the season of Fall, try this a sip of Harvest Apple Spice!
Today is a sad day as it has now been two years since my Mom died. As I think about the last two years, sometimes it seems like so long since I last talked to Mom and other times it is like two years flew by. And that is grief.
As I have been thinking of this day, a quote from Frederick Buechner kept returning to my mind.
“When you remember me, it means you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are. It means that you can summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand between us. It means that if we meet again, you will know me. It means that even after I die, you can still see my face and hear my voice and speak to me in your heart.”
When I think of the marks of my mother that she imprinted on me, the list is long.
She taught me to love music-playing it and hearing it. She said it was important to practice too and she liked practicing as little as I did.
She was always reading multiple books at once. She kept books and her reader in different places so she had something close by to read whenever she had a free moment. She was always happy someone was reading no matter what they were reading! She loved to give book recommendations and loved to give a book to another reader (usually me) as soon as she finished!
My Mom found so much joy in seeing happiness in the people she loved. She loved to hear about my day, my work, and what was going on in my life. She was genuinely happy when her people were happy.
My Mom liked to eat foods that made her happy. No one who met Mom will argue with the fact that Mom was a picky eater! And yet, she was happy to eat her favorite meals and snacks over and over again. Two of the last things Mom ate were a homemade cinnamon roll and a lemon Bundt cake to celebrate my birthday! Potlucks and church suppers were never her favorite because someone might try to sneak some mayonnaise or a scary vegetable into her meal.
I could go on and on sharing ways that my Mom has left her mark on me. In memory of my Mom, could you take a few minutes today to tell someone special in your life that you love them and how they have left their mark on you?
“It means that even after I die, you can still see my face and hear my voice and speak to me in your heart.” — Frederick Buechner
