Morning Teas
Ode for the Tea Rose
Before the sun does rise
I know my roses bloom
all flower’s secret stories
do supply
early mourning sparkling dew
fresh water for my morning brew.
Carol Carlisle
More tea poetry seems all I can produce today because we got up at 4:30 am to see off the sweet, fabulous, already missed Brazilian girl we had been hosting since Easter.
Daily Post asked me when my time to shine was morning or night. Today it was morning but I’m not sure I am really awake just now.
Light Words 
Carol…
this is lovely.
I am a night owl, btw…10 pm to about 2 or 3 am EDT…the chance of me getting a good idea
or a good post before 10 am in the morning is slim…mid afternoon…forget it !
Thanks for sharing.
Peace
Siggi
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I’ve always wondered why your poems show up in the very early morning out here in PST now it all comes clear!
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tea roses…lovely…and your hosting of a young lady…I admire you…
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She’s gone now 😦 and we have a few days before the next one comes….It’s part of our retirement plan…if we have one…
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a plan for retirement…yes, it seems to change daily…now that I am… but, what a wonderful thing for you to do…
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We are not retiring like our parents did that’s for sure!
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Cecile Bruner was my first rose awareness, at the age of 7???? I will never forget it.
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The sent alone is unforgettable! You grew up in the Bay Area didn’t you? Where Cecile Bruners were created.
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Ah…roses with tea or coffee is always a pleasure! I love them too!
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My daughter gave me rose tea….a fine brew!
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