Tea...glorious tea, on a coolish morning in my favorite vessel made by none other, Frank Rucky. I blogged about Frank back in January about his amazing story of how he got into quilting, and he has certainly made a "ruckus" on that front. But his love of ceramics and pottery that he is equally talented in that I was, thankfully, bequeathed with one of his mugs a couple of years back. I use it everyday.
I've surprised myself in learning that any tea tastes so good in this mug. More importanly, it's in those precious few moments in the morning when I can sit quietly and savor each sip knowing my cup runneth over... with blessings and thoughts of gratefulness, even in this time of uncertainty.
BSoleille! What is in your cup?