Today was a day for the ladies, a day to savor a few moments of tea with my mother and grandmother.
The rain poured down.
Huddled next to warm yellowed walls and forget-me-nots on teapots, we sat, stopping time, three generations, together.
Tiny, tender greens.
The aroma of tea steeped to perfection.
Savory delights.
And Sweets.
We are making tomorrow's memories, smiles my grandma, her eyes tearing a bit.
I smile back, shy with sudden emotion.
At home, boys run circles around Grandpa.
Tea cups leap out of memories, from cupboards of the past.
We are linked, we three.
Alive at the same time.
Scones disappear in a puff of clotted cream, leaving us wanting more.
Always more.
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