The Serenity of Tea, the Botanic Thriller of Past and Present

Japanese Tea Ceremony

Tea

The serenity of my evening tea was abruptly shattered by a mildly shocking recognition.  For those of us who reach a certain age–not the same age for all of us, but you’ll recognize the quandary if you have reached it–its no longer a question of “Does art imitate life, or vice versa?” its “Am I imitating my parents or did I become them?”  After dinner, after my mother read stories to us, after my father finished the dishes, that was when the tea was served.  
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