A morning garden tea.

This will not be the last garden tea we serve at the Inn. I received a phone message last evening which went like this.

"Hi, Mamma, Umm, I wanted you to do one of those garden tea parties when I'm available,
I just wanted to call and say that cause I really wanted to go,
I love you and I miss you very much."
That was a message from my almost 6 year old granddaughter. Do you think I might be having another tea party?
You can count on it.


Three of my favorite women in the world came to my tea party. I think we had a great time.


We ate Zucchini fritatta warm from the oven, served with a fresh fruit medley topped with freshly picked strawberries.
For a sweet we enjoyed, freshly baked this morning, vanilla bean shortbread.
We enjoyed a bottomless carafe of orange spiced sun tea and music by Jack Johnson, conversation about injustice, rummage sales, responsibility, flamingos, stalking and revenge. Oh yes we did a quick google search for a particular person (for stalking purposes) which scared us a bit at how easy it was to find someone. Just the usual tea party conversation I suppose.



Mostly, the tea was for me. I got to spend the morning with three of my eight.
None of the bad stuff that can come with people, just fun, laughter and relaxing.






I almost forgot. Everyone went home with a lovely parting gift of their choice.
And I must mention, because of my gratitude that I also received a lovely parting gift from one of my guests.