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A Cup of Tea

When the world is all at odds
And the mind is all at sea
Then cease the useless tedium
And brew a cup of tea.

There is magic in its fragrance,
There is solace in its taste;
And the laden moments vanish
Somehow into space.

And the world becomes a lovely thing!
There’s beauty as you’ll see;
All because you briefly stopped
To brew a cup of tea.

Tea helps our head and heart.
Ted medicates most every part.
Tea rejuvenates the very old.
Tea warms the hands of those who’re cold.

J. Amsterdam ~ 1670

Fall Tea Recipes:

Warm Sips of Tea and Crisp Bites of Fall

NEW AND FRESH / November 22nd, 2013

Incorporating fresh tea with savory ingredients can make a festive meal for all

to enjoy this season. Delve into the warm scents of the season with these easy t

ea recipes, ideal for fall entertaining.

Gingersnap Chai Latte

Ingredients

• ½ cup water
• 1 Republic Chai Tea bag
• ½ cup steamed milk
• 1 Tbs. molasses
• 1/4 vanilla bean, scraped
• Foamed milk
• Gingersnap cookies (optional)

Preparation

• Heat fresh, filtered water to a rolling boil.
• Place the Chai tea bag in a standard sized tea mug,
• add heated water and steep for 3-5 minutes.
• Remove tea bag, stir in steamed milk, molasses, and vanilla bean.
• Top with foamed milk and serve with gingersnap cookies.

From <http://the.republicoftea.com/teablog/fall-tea-recipes-warm-sips-of-tea-and-crisp-bites-of-fall/

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The Love of October

Books & poems Coffee & Teas

I get excited at this time of year

A bit of October chill in the air 

Colored leaves bounce with a flare

Tents going up for the country fair

 

Crisp brown leaves crunching under my feet

Huge bales of  hay resting in the fields

Corn stalks gathered round and tied neat

Bushel baskets of corn they do yield

 

Pumpkins and apples at roadside stands

Jars of blackberry and strawberry jams

Buckets of blueberries picked for pies

Leaving shrubs and bushes barren and dry

Jugs of apple cider brewed ever so sweet

Time for hot coco and marshmellow treat

Bring out the wool hats and wool sweaters

All these gifts from God, life couldn’t be better

 

By Eileen

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It’s The Little Things

Did any of you do this ? Every fall my mom would have my brothers and I get a paper bag and go for a walk in the woods and collect colored leaves. When we got them home we would pick out the very best leaves, perfect shape and colors counted. We would then place them on a sheet of wax paper placing another sheet on the top and then go over it with a sightly warm iron. Mom would tape them to the glass on our windows. It reminded me of stained glass windows when the sun shown directly on the glass, awesome. The nice thing was that they lasted for a long time right through the winter if you like. It’s such a little thing but I loved the time we spent doing this and I did the same with my children on down to my grandchildren and we all  loved it and every fall looked forward doing it.

I was thinking about it yesterday and wondered, do they even make wax paper anymore ? So I would try to find some pictures of pressing leaves by doing a google search and wow! I was quite surprised and delighted to see how many people still do this. Interesting thing is folks have found new ways to preserve their beautiful leaves and display them in very interesting ways and yes, they still do make wax paper! We kids called it pressing leaves, today some call them Suncatchers. It’s the little things that kids remember.

https://www.redtedart.com/how-to-preserve-leaves-6-methods/

https://www.the-modern-dad.com/fall-learning-mrs-dunnigan/

http://www.thecraftycrow.net/2014/09/fall-crafts-for-toddlers.html

http://riverblissed.blogspot.com/2012/11/in-quest-of-light-lf-lantern-tutorials.html

~ Enjoy The Fall ~

Fall is Here

 

  Fall is Here

*

Fall is here once again

Only I can remember when

You and I walked many hours

Through the leaves feeling loves

powers

*

Far beyond this quiet man

The colder feelings now began

Not just leaves turning red and gold

Your love is turning crisp and cold

*

Fall is here once again

Was my favorite season, but then

Quickly it passes now into frost

I never see it, my love is lost

*

Far beyond this quiet man

I was expecting a ring on my hand

The leaves fall, no sound, no delight

Gone forever into the cold winter night

*

Eileen 2011

*

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To Autumn

To Autumn

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,

Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;

Conspiring with him how to load and bless

With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;

To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,

And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;

To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells

With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,

And still more, later flowers for the bees,

Until they think warm days will never cease,

For summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.

*

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?

Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find

Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,

Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;

Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,

Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook

Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:

And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep

Steady thy laden head across a brook;

Or by a cider-press, with patient look,

Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.

*

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?

Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,–

While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,

And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;

Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn

Among the river sallows, borne aloft

Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;

And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;

Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft

The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft,

And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

John Keats, 1795 – 1821

Born in 1795, John Keats was an English Romantic poet and author of three poems considered to be among the finest in the English language.

https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/autumn

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The Old Barn

Old Barn

*

Just down the road around the bend,

 Stands an old empty barn nearing the end.

It has sheltered no animals for many years,

No dairy cows, no horses, no sheep, no steers.

 *

The neigh of a horse the low of a cow,

Those sounds have been absent for some time now.

There was a time when the loft was full of hay,

And the resounding echoes of children at play.

 *

At one time the paint was a bold shade of red,

Gradually faded by weather and the sun overhead.

The doors swing in the wind, the hinges are

loose,

Window’s and siding have taken much abuse.

 *

The fork, rope and pulleys lifted hay to the mow,

A task that always brought sweat to the brow.

But those good days are gone forever it seems,

And that old barn now stands with sagging beams.

 *

It is now home to pigeons, rats and mice,

The interior is tattered and doesn’t look very nice.

Old, abandoned barns have become a trend,

Just down the road and around the bend.

*

Tim

Just Tim, I have no idea where this poem came from, how I got it on my poem website.      It’s a beautiful poem so Tim out their that wrote this poem and can prove it contact me .

eileenclark55@gmail.com

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