A tradition, a September tea party for my sister Meg in honor of her birthday and a sweet childhood friendship that endures. My "mum" lays out and hosts the loveliest tea party in all the world.
I wish that I had a close up of the floral centerpiece. Even Mom oohed and aahed at the arrangement she gathered and pieced together from her garden and home. What a delight it is to create, God given, innate, to reflect that image of God, Creator of Beauty.
My mum, an unrecognized artist, pouring tea at her table. It is fitting that her father's oil of majestic elephants graces her wall behind as she works her own canvas of table, plate, and palate. She is an exquisite artist. Everything tastes as delectable as it looks by the way.
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