August evening chorus
August evening chorus by Pursuit of Spark
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Daily tea meditations, listening to the world. And conversations about gardens and life with Maggie Barrett in her Tuscan garden.
August evening chorus by Pursuit of Spark
Tea in the garden engaged all my senses this morning. Perhaps make a cup for yourself and listen with me?
The birds were singing their winter songs this morning. My tea tray was a symphony of green.
A mourning dove was sitting on my bench when I stepped into the garden for tea, and flew away at the sight of me with nervous chirrups. The...
I pondered the mock orange seedpods as I had my tea on this cold wet morning. They're spiky and beautiful in their severity, and made me thi...
The inflorescences of the ornamental grasses captured the bright winter sunlight and held it so they glowed in the wind. I held my teabowl i...
The tea was deep red in my teabowl, and then glancing again I could see the tips of the Japanese maple and a glimpse of blue sky. It’s cold...
The sun burned through the low clouds as I sipped my tea. Our garden is full of winter birds: a pair of cardinals peeping to each other, one...
Perched on the edge of my chair to avoid the snow collected at the back for two bowls of tea. The lawn looked like a platter that had been g...
I know where the squirrel is making its nest. I watched it nibble still-green leaves off the tips of the branches and stuff them in its mout...
Steady rain this morning. Chose my favorite rainy day teabowl by Sammy Chung, with clouds incised in wisps of white slip. Today what I fell...
Chilly this morning so we moved our tea to the middle of the garden, our backs to the grasses, a perfect spot to feel the sun on our faces a...
On my chair I found four leaves, one green, one blushing, one brown, one skeletal. I placed them on my tea tray and mediated on their beauty...
Two bowls of Evening Sky red tea this morning. I loved sipping from the thick-walled teabowl, which allowed just the right amount of heat to...
The red dogwood leaves I noticed earlier this week have almost all fallen off. The zinnias in the vase on my tea tray are fading. I sipped b...
A flock of leaf blowers across the street made it a little hard to meditate this morning. But I was grateful for the warmth of the tea in my...
Late morning tea. The sun illuminated the dogwood leaves from a different angle. As we sipped our kamairicha from beautiful teabowls I broug...
The yellow ray florets of the false sunflowers have almost all gone, revealing a half sphere of tiny disk florets which will soon turn to se...
Bright yellow pollen on my shirt and scarf from the sunflowers in my vase, a pale bug with red eyes on a ragged, lichen covered piece of bar...
Our little cherry tree lost all its leaves to a blight this summer, yet is offering a sign of hope for a recovery by pushing out new leaves...
The cries of the cicadas mixed with the clank of nearby construction and the growl of the garbage truck as I sipped my tea in the cool dappl...
Chose a vivid green matcha to celebrate the leaves.
The oakleaf hydrangea has grown so large that I had to cut some back this morning to reveal the path, which was my good fortune because the...
The indefatigable mockingbird kept me company all through tea, never once repeating its comical calls (and hardly ever stopping for breath!)...
The snow is receding and the birds are gathering. Sipped oolong tea and delighted in the changes.
Chose a small ‘three sip’ teacup this morning and was captivated by how the blue glaze revealed a spiral of pinches. The birds chattered, a...
After so many gray mornings the sun was glorious, illuminating the golden oolong tea. A fuzzy maple blossom had fallen so I picked it up and...
I think a hawk may have been hovering nearby when I stepped out to the porch for tea, it was so quiet. Then a mourning dove gave a few cries...
Watched a chickadee hop its way up the honey locust, looking for bugs in the crenellated, lichen covered bark. It was joined by another, and...
First cup, listened to the juncos as they whirred and chirped, more like R2D2 or Morse code than birdsong. Second cup, crows and a flock of...
Listened to the sparrows and a lone chickadee, the wind chimes, a flock of geese flying north overhead. Sky a solid gray, warmer this mornin...
New birdsong this morning, a crazy mixup of melody and shrill thrrrrps. I think it was just a single bird somewhere in the budding silver ma...
The shino glaze complimented the rich puerh tea, which reflected the cloudy sky.
Blue-gray teabowl, gray-blue sky. Sipped the earthy Puerh tea and looked for early signs of spring in the garden.
Snowflakes on my black coat, bright red beak against the cardinal's muted feathers, hot tea.
After yesterday’s rain, what captivated me this morning was how the sunlight played on the grasses, sparkled on the frost, and lit up the in...
The latest tea arrived yesterday from Global Tea Hut and I was so happy to steep it this morning. A shou puerh from the late ‘90’s - as old...
Ground frozen under my feet, sun warm on my face. The grass seedheads glowed and even deep within the shadowed tangle of leaves I glimpsed t...
Even on this gray day the Puerh tea pulled in the light and glowed red as it steeped. False sunflowers are wearing little snow caps, so love...
Gray yunomi big enough for a whole pot of tea, embellished with clouds, on a rainy morning listening to sparrows and cardinals and highway n...
I pushed my hood back to feel the warm sun on my face, and we listened to the windchimes and birds as we sipped our puerh tea.
A woodpecker investigated the bark of the massive maple tree, a cardinal perched in the mulberry, and many more birds celebrated the warmth...
It's been quite a year -- drought in Tuscany this summer, bitter cold now on the US east coast, and that's just what's happened in our garde...
Sat on the porch swing listening to the soft chimes and the snow.
Maggie just returned to Tuscany after a week in Berlin, where her husband Joel Meyerowitz has a photography retrospective. I was eager to he...
The wind was blowing, but the last few leaves were holding on tight.
As we finished our sencha we were treated to front row seats to the leaf ballet when a gust of wind sent maple leaves into the air.
Tea on the porch in late afternoon sunlight, watching a late ladybug.
Stole a few minutes for tea before diving back into preparations for tomorrow.
The wind picked up the leaves on the table and flung them all away, except for one.