“There was a teapot, in which Mma Ramotswe -- the only lady private
detective in Botwana -- brewed tea. And three mugs -- one for herself,
one for her secretary, and one for the client. What else does a
detective agency really need?”
Alexander McCall Smith,
The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency
“... they always had tea in the kitchen, much the nicest room in the house.”
My neighbor Grace has come for a visit.
In the summer we sat in the garden
and never tired of the blue sky.
Now, we are cozy in the kitchen, baking a cinnamon streusel cake.
There is time to place ingredients in small bowls. There is time for Grace to pour them carefully into the mixing bowl. We take each step slowly, There is no hurry. Today, my time is hers.
I felt joy teaching small hands to do these tasks.
That time passed so fast.
I breath deeply and exhale.
Shouldn't we treasure the slow moments at the far end of life?
They go so fast.
While the cake bakes we share a blueberry muffin and tea.
I am thankful for this gentle company,
Happy to bless, and be blessed by those around me.