Just sit down and do it. That’s what the voices kept saying. One of them my own. I’d found every excuse to keep me from the goals I’d given myself five years ago. I’d left full-time work to finish my novel and be with my daughter. I don’t regret the decision, because my daughter, well, she’s amazing. And she isn’t a baby. She’s 14. See I missed the toddler stuff, so I vowed I’d be there for the teenage years.
But what about my novel? Well, it hasn’t quite turned out as I planned. The first year, I started out strong. And even the second and third. I wrote about 96,000 words (maybe 50,000 usable ones). I also blogged pretty consistently. I completed a children’s book manuscript and a couple of short stories. Then, the last two years, I got lazy, I got sad, I got lonely. I even let the blog go. I didn’t sit down and do it.
Now, I’m beginning again. I could be high from the recent Eagles win, but I’m telling myself it’s like riding a bike. I’ll just put my feet on the pedals and keep moving forward. I just need to pace myself and watch out for potholes.
Many unforgettable characters have signature drinks. It’s a detail that defines them. James Bond has his shaken, not stirred, martini. Mad Men’s Betty Draper had her vodka gimlet. Me? I prefer tea.
I slurp it iced. I sip it hot. I’ll succumb to it flavored, green, red, black, white. Just ask the baristas at my local Starbucks. I don’t drink their coffee, but I can’t live without their tea.
Starbucks uses Tazo, which I will buy in bags. But that’s about it. Otherwise, it’s always loose. An English friend convinced me with a first teapot and strainer two decades ago. Now, that gift is among 17 or so I’ve collected.
A delicious Earl Grey Crème is my house tea, yet frequent trips to teahouses result in tins and bags of other varieties about my kitchen.
I know the beverage originated in China, some of the best grows at the foothills of the Himalayas, and rooibos comes from South Africa. But I never knew that a tea plantation existed here in America.
Seems the sandy, sub-tropical climate and rainfall in the Lowcountry of South Carolina, is perfect for harvesting the Camellia Sinensis plant.
Tucked away on historic Wadmalaw Island is the 127-acre Charleston Tea Plantation. A fascination for tea freaks like me.