Strange how a teapot can represent at the same time the comforts of solitude and the pleasures of company.

Venus her myrtle, Phoebus has her bays;
Tea both excels, which she vouchsafes to praise.
The best of Queens, and best of herbs, we owe
To that bold nation, which the way did show
To the fair region where the sun doth rise,
Whose rich productions we so justly prize.
The Muse's friend, tea does our fancy aid,
Repress those vapors which the head invade,
And keep the palace of the soul serene,
Fit on her birthday to salute the Queen.
~On Tea by Edmund Waller

{Ah, there are so many wonderful tea quotes to choose from...}

So, this was for Dip-it Thursday. Except its Friday today. Humbug.

I have a feeling I over edited this. More humbug.

Top photo:Mine
Bottom photo:Her's