A Mid Summer Tea Party

Too soon living and duty collide. So why not revel on the brink of being little,
 and being big?

Why not imagine and enjoy the epiphany of now?

                                              

Before we say we are old, and my how time flies.

                                                   

Before we know so little and wonder at much.

We stop right here between the footprints of childhood and hand shake of woman hood, and we sip a long sip from tea steeped in the warm sunshine of a July afternoon.....

As I wash the dishes after my daughter's afternoon tea party with her friends...
I can't help but notice the sprinkles sparkling like a memory etched in time on grandma's plate...

            Enough, if something from our hands has power to live, and act, 
                                and serve the future hour. ~William Wordsworth~