Friday, September 19, 2014

Announcing Tea Outdoors

From my heart I am sharing Tea Outdoors
with recipes and photographs
of celebrating tea in the open air.

The book has 40 pages filled with 44 photos, recipes, tips, and quotes.
Hardback including shipping:  $30
Paperback including shipping:  $17

Email at marilyntea at gmail dot com if you are interested.


Thursday, September 18, 2014

Books and Tea

A quiet morning with the rain pitter-pattering outside my window.
The perfect time for a book and tea.
It truly delights my soul.
This morning I finished reading My Heart Wanders by Pia Jane Bijkerk
and sipped Yunnan Gold in my cup.
Have you read this book?
Pia shares what is often in my heart, yes! a heart that wanders and dreams.
You can also find her here:
Hoping you find some time to savor the quiet with a good book and cup of tea.
Happy Thursday!

Wednesday, September 17, 2014


Zinnias, just because I can't get enough of them.
The colors of early fall are enchanting me.
They capture my heart and hold me hostage.
They delight me as if with a song.
Oh to be surrounded with this beauty.
The zinnia is singing to my heart.

What is singing to your heart with the beginning of Autumn?

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Tea in Oregon

Last year there was a campaign to have tea growing in every state in the United States.
In some states it is just a single plant growing in a pot.
Gradually there are farms growing tea around the country.
I had read about Oregon's tea farm and since I would be nearby on Saturday,
 I had to visit Minto Island Growers in Salem, Oregon.
What a thrill to see a newly planted plot of tea.
I didn't see the plants they were picking, but right here in Oregon tea was growing.
There is a farm stand at the farm where they sell produce, tea (green and oolong), and tea plants.
I haven't been able to find them selling online yet,
but as soon as I know they do I will let you know.

I bought some oolong, it was a first flush (first picking) in the spring (May).
With a sniff I was captured with the floral scent.
Looking at the leaves, they were just beautiful.
Then steeping and tasting was pure delight.

So if you ever find yourself traveling through Salem, Oregon,
stop by Minto Island Farms for tea.

Monday, September 15, 2014

Monday's Quotes

  Mad Hatter:  What's the matter my dear, don't you care for tea?

Alice:  Why, yes.  I'm very fond of tea.

March Hare:  If you don't care for tea, you could at least make polite conversation!

Photo:  Deepwood Estate, Salem, Oregon

Friday, September 12, 2014

Autumn Tea in the Garden

 The first of the falling leaves.
Wood stacked for the coming Winter days.
 Autumn is coming!
 Time to tuck in and enjoy the last few days of harvest.
Sugar cookies with the scent of orange are perfect for an Autumn Day.
Roses still coming from the garden.
A French tablecloth I adore.
Apples, the gift from God.
Tea in a special cup.
Tea in the garden.
A Delight to the Heart.

Thursday, September 11, 2014

When Fairies Travel

The End of Swain Woods:

Yes, the evil ones did come, the bulldozers and the trucks.  No longer was Swain Woods 
full of bird songs, bunnies that cuddle, and fairies living there.  They call it progress, it is said; but sadly what is called progress for some is devastation for others.  Most humans living nearby didn't know there were fairies in the woods.  They thought their dreams were big enough to destroy the trees and ferns, uprooting the unseen little people living there.  Their hearts were sheltered and they couldn't see, they couldn't hear the sweetness of the music.

The fairies knew it was time to leave, to find a new home.  They must travel far.  There was a gathering one last time with their forest friends as they said a fond farewell.  They packed their bags and invited Scamp to travel with them.  There were new places to explore and soon they would leave Swain Woods.  Oh yes, they would be sad to leave.  The music would be silent, it would leave with them.

The eagle came swooping in and soon they were aboard.  He would carry them deep into a newly discovered woods where again they would dance, sing, and scamper with delight.  Tea parties would abound with sweet nectar's of violets and pine needles in their cups.  If only I knew where they lived, I would once again join them to savor the music and watch with enchantment.

Today there are houses built in Swain Woods.  I wonder if they ever find a fairy wing or hear the music?
Though my story of memories of Swain Woods are done, I will never forget dreaming and dancing there.