skip to Main Content

Will you take tea.

Photo copyright: Rochelle
Photo copyright: Rochelle

Carefully the kindling was sorted then arranged to supply the best fire, then fresh water delivered to the blacken kettle. You will take tea, won’t you Micheal. It would be my pleasure Marfa. Then a special blend of fragrant black tea’s was mixed, and lemons sliced.

Whilst Marfa carefully prepared our tea, my eyes wandered around the familiar room. Only the two golden Russian jardinieres by Karl Faberge remained on display to illustrate her true identity. As usual the tea was fragrance itself. Once I did know the secret of its blend, but time dulls the memory.

Genre Memoirs.
Word count 100.
The name used is fictional to hide the true identity of a lovely individual, sadly no longer alive. At the time that I met this lady she was in her late nineties, whilst I was a young community nurse.

This Post Has 49 Comments
  1. Thanks for sharing this precious memory, Michael.
    I really liked your title too. I had a very sweet Scottish friend named Joyce, who would invite me over for tea. This story reminded me of her.

    1. It certainly was; in some ways we take tea too much for granted. About fifteen years back I was lucky enough to visit and stay at a tea plantation near Kandy in Sri Lanka, it was a magical experience.

  2. Such a simple scene and I feel it conveyed so much. The sweet fragrant tea makes the Marfa seem just as sweet, and the jardinieres make her true identity so intriguing. And then there’s the fact about your years as a community nurse which has my curiosity piqued 🙂 Lovely story and I feel I miss Marfa too.

      1. I can understand it must be difficult to write about the suffering you might have witnessed and it’s clear you are protective over your patients still. I look forward to reading more of these snippets.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Back To Top