Rebecca Wells on the Porch

Hey Y’all,

A cup of steaming hot tea sits on the desk beside me most days as I write. My grandmother, Nana, got me hooked on drinking tea when I was just a little girl. How I loved the ritual of waiting for the kettle to boil, putting her special blend of loose tea inside the little silver ball that seemed like a magical vehicle from some faraway planet in outer-space, spooning in the golden honey stored in the ancient blue pottery crock with daisies on the lid. Waiting for the aromatic liquid to steep to perfection gave Nana and me time to talk about everything under the sun, sipping the tea while nibbling on the delicious little cookies that I was certain she baked just for me. It made me feel warm and cozy and incredibly loved.

Nana has been gone for fifteen years now and I miss her dearly. I miss those talks and those cookies! So I take a little trip back in time nearly every day. As I heat the water and choose the flavor-of-the-day (I adore jasmine), I always find myself smiling. And that’s just the way to start the day, isn’t it?

84,000 blessings,

Rebecca