Tea On The Porch

Today, we are taking no hurried steps. Instead, we sit—beneath the porch eaves, where the scent of lilac wafts through the air and time forgets to chase us. There’s comfort in the rhythm of it all: the delicate pour of Earl Grey into worn porcelain, the way sunlight slips across the wood like a memory.

So stay awhile. Let the hours steep slowly, like the tea in our cups. Here, on this quiet porch, with the breeze threading through the garden and each sip of tea feeling like part of the stillness, part of the hush that lives between hours. The world hums in the background—distant, content to keep its distance.

Lilac blossoms brush against the railing, nodding in slow agreement with the pace of the day. Everything here moves with purpose, but without hurry. Just the sound of the delicate breeze, the warmth of the cup, and the quiet company of blooming things.

Let us enjoy our tea on the porch, dear tea time friends.💜🌿☕️