。・ : *˙ ˚ 🍵 . * ˙˚˙‧̍̊・゚Fair Evening at ; 5:23 p.m.
One's fellowship, One kettle & two tea cups.
My golden leaves, tea party and snacks at a comfy convention.
And when you can't look on the bright side, I will be aware to sit with you in the dark.
A Pot of Tea ;
You make it in your mess-tin by the brazier's rosy gleam; You watch it cloud, then settle amber clear; God bless the man that first discovered, Tea!
( ~ 𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎'𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒆. )The steaming kettle that odes from above. A lazy ringing sound of sonorous echos that beam from the kettle.
Tea pot all hot and ready to sip from the cup you display.