It was warm outside, but still a beaker filled with hot Barry's tea felt perfect. Just a spot of milk and a bit of sugar, just the way I like it. Enough milk to color the tea. Such a simple pleasure... tea after a bit of a ramble on the land. Wisteria climbing up the chicken house is in bloom. In the herb garden, Mullein reaching skyward in straight spikes that can be dipped in beeswax to make torches to light the summer nights. Roses not perfect but yet delightful to the eye. Pears bending branches over from their weight. Figs everywhere on the fig tree. Pecans growing bigger by the day. This morning ramble around the place was so much better than shopping in a mall. The sights and finds so much more delightful and etched in my memory for years to come. Never growing old or wearing out.