Sunday Morning, My "Three Feet or So"
Brew tea. Slice radishes. Focusing on my “three feet or so.”
This morning I brewed seven jars of tea - peach, black, and turmeric ginger. Then I sliced radishes to roast later on the grill. I’m concentrating on my “three feet or so,” as Carrie Newcomer sings it.
Generosity
Thinking about the unintended beautiful consequences of entering the day with a generous heart. Like when you wake early to brew tea for your workday and end up giving the spring flowers a much-needed drink.
Hole in my canteen
Watering the flowers
With my morning tea
A Small Act of Refreshing Kindness
Today, my favorite tea spot let me down. Maybe the mix was wrong or the water was not fresh. Whatever the reason, the taste was so bad, I ended up dumping the 64 ounces I’d purchased.
Later, at the dining room table that’s served as my office since I’ve gone back to fully remote work during Omicron, I relayed the story to Susan.
“Why do you like the tea there?” Susan asked.
I thought for a moment. “When done right, it’s fresh. The water it’s made with tastes good. And, oh, I really like the crushed ice.” I said.
I went back to answering emails, reviewing reports, and coaxing projects along, vaguely aware of Susan’s busy kitchen activity. Minutes later, she presented me with a fresh, delicious, homemade glass of iced tea, poured over ice she’d crushed herself, from a full pitcher she’d brewed. Delicious.
It may seem like a small act of kindness, but it meant so much to me. A refreshing surprise. It was also a reminder of how we can make a difference in each other’s lives by the simplest, intentional actions.