(tales from the birdgirl)
July 25, 2014 § 4 Comments
Tea makes me feel reflective.
(Okay, I enjoy a bad pun once in a while …)
Tagged: home, moments of beauty, solace, tea, the morning ritual
The good old Lavinia lives on 🙂
Oh, good one!
Grandma would be proud, right?! x
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