I had promised myself that I would get here and post something every Monday. As author and teacher Jack Bickham so wisely taught: “Have a regular time and place to work, if you can.” I have the place, and I have even made the time–an hour early each morning before anyone else gets up. Unfortunately that bit of an hour requires me to make choices on writing projects. This past week, I got sidetracked by reading up about Ceylon tea.
I finally got a moment to post over at the English Tea Blog–Ceylon Tea and Honorable Women. It is a post that started out short and light about my current romance with Ceylon tea. I could not write without aid of cups of black tea. However, with this post, I learned I owe so much of my life to the women tea pickers of Sri Lanka. I hope you will take a look at the post. You will likely never find your cup or glass of black tea quite so ordinary again.
Blessings,
CurtissAnn
Curtiss Ann Matlock 
I’ll pop over and read your post about tea. The time you spent reading wasn’t being “sidetracked”, it was just a redirection of your energies! And I imagine it was quite fruitful; a blog post resulted from that time spent!
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Oh, Nola! You are a wise woman. “a redirection of energies.” Love it! I’m going to make that a part of my vocabulary!
Hugs, CA
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I never could take to hot tea. I finally took to coffee a few years ago, and that habit took hold. I like the idea of drinking tea. Seems so romantic and a bit exotic. I would like to think of myself as a woman who “takes her tea in the afternoon.” With some pastries of course. But alas, I’m just a plain old get up in the morning and have my cup of coffee sort.
Brenda
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Hey Honey, I got your message today and enjoyed it with a cup of tea. Hang in there my friend.~~Dee
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