In all this strangeness, one thing I have noticed is that all the upheaval at the societal level has caused me to have a greater appreciation for the little things in my daily life that I can still enjoy. Of course, one of them is the opportunity to enjoy a nice cup of tea in a cozy chair. Add a blanket, some relaxing music, my favorite fountain pen, and a journal, and life could hardly be any better! As it is, I don't strictly have to enjoy tea time alone, since I live with my parents, but when I'm writing, solitude is somewhat necessary.
My family has learned that when they see me with a tea tray, brewing a pot of tea and filling my tiny cream jug, they're not likely to see me for a couple hours at least. (Except if I come out to refill my teapot.) My mother has a Royal Albert "tea for one" set in the Old Country Roses pattern that I've been using. It's very lovely, and holds just the right amount of tea for a good hour of writing. I have enjoyed using it, but the cup is a bit shallow, and the rim is very thick, which I have found oddly distracting.
Besides, lovely as it is, it just isn't Spode.
And so, collector that I am, I placed on my Amazon wish list several months ago a "tea for one" set in Blue Italian. I couldn't quite justify spending enough to buy it new, but I figured I would set aside some money for it eventually.
March arrived, and my dad began to make cryptic comments about my birthday present. As the month wore on and my birthday drew nearer, he began to impatiently wonder when it would arrive, saying it had gotten stuck in customs or something because it was shipping from England. (This was a big tip-off to me that it would be Spode.)
Finally, it became apparent that it was not going to arrive, having gotten stuck in New Jersey, of all places, until the time had expired and it would be sent back. --I still don't understand exactly what happened with it, but as my birthday came and went amidst social distancing and stay-at-home orders, I was able to at least be happy that my dad had thought to get me such a thoughtful present.
(He had told me on my birthday what he had ordered, since he couldn't actually give it to me then.)
Today as I prepared my lunch, I caught sight of a delivery man coming up our front steps. He rang and took my name in lieu of having me sign for the package (another adjustment due to virus precautions). It was addressed to my dad, but he had no idea what the package could be. When he opened it we found, to our great surprise and delight, the very item he had ordered! Somehow the shipping company had been able to spring it loose from customs before the deadline, and it had at last arrived.
I opened the distinctive blue Spode box, and there before my eyes was the very "tea for one" set I had been wanting!
-I tried to get the link to the set on Amazon or Spode.com, but neither website is carrying them at present. --My theory is that my dad got the very last one!
So now, I can put some home-backed scones on a Blue Italian bread and butter plate, fill my little teapot and shut myself in my room to write to my heart's content!
All this has gotten me thinking about the tradition of taking tea in the afternoon, and I realized this week that I have inadvertently begun to make a habit of it, although I take my tea quite a bit earlier than the traditional 5:00 in the afternoon when I'm at home. There is just something relaxing and refreshing about taking a few quiet minutes to have a tasty, aromatic cup of tea and a bite to eat, shutting out for a few moments all the clamor and drama of the world outside. It helps me to clear my mind and reenergize myself for the next task on my list.
I have been doing quite a bit of research on tea and its traditions, particularly in English culture, as part of a story I've been chipping away at the past several months. I hope to have a post up soon with a brief history of the traditional British afternoon tea. I'll put a link here when it is finished.
But for now, just remember that the greatest crises help us to appreciate the existence of the "ordinary". When the chaos passes, may we find ourselves looking back with gratitude on this time of hardship, in which we are forced to take time to savor the small delights life still affords.