I found a new tea to try so, over the weekend, I broke out the teapot (yeah, one of many!) and Hubby and I had a pot of tea with our Sunday morning breakfast. There's nothing quite like real tea, out of a teapot. It makes you slow down a bit and really enjoy whatever it is you're doing. In this case the tea was very nice and we've managed to have tea in a pot every morning since. Lovely.
So this week I'm thankful for my new discovery. And for it's follow on effect of making me stop and smell the roses. Or sip my tea, as the case is.