Adicted to different kinds of tea

I finished a box of tea yesterday.  It could be my irish heritage but I do love tea.  I find it relaxing to make.  I make it the way my irish gran told me to make it.  Heat the pot.  Heat the cup.  Milk in the cup first.  Steep the right amount of time.  The making of tea is so relaxing.  More than making coffee for some reason.  And the drinking of tea is relaxing.  It takes me ages to drink my tea.  Anyway, I am quite hooked on trying various kinds of tea.  Herbal and non-herbal.  Yesterday, after I finished my box of tea, I found in the cupboard a lot of small samples of tea I bought at a tea shop when we were on vacation.  I was so excited.  Peach, mango, chy, chocolate mint, another kind of mint.  Just enough probably for one or two cups from each sample but what a nice thing it was to find and sniff all the various samples.  It is minus 30 something with the wind chill here so about time to make some more tea and settle down to work.

Great things about being blind. Making tea.

I have a sick dog here so may not be too coherent. But I promised to write every day and so here goes. Great things about being blind. Making tea. My irish gran taught me how to make tea. How to heat the pot, steep for a certain period of time, etc. I first fill the teapot with water. I use one funnel to pour that water into my kettle. I boil the kettle. It whistles when it is done. I love that sound. And then I use a fatter wider funnel to put over my teapot to pour the boiling water in. With the tea bag already in of course. I love the sound of the water filling the pot. The pitch gets higher as you get closer to the top. I love the smell of the steeped tea and love pouring it into a mug. Holding the mug and feeling the warmth in it. Gotta go make some tea now.