part of our morning ritual is a pot of tea over breakfast. usually that one pot will extend to two or sometimes even three: pg tips steeped for about three minutes and served in our his and hers teacups which are so special they are deserving of a post all to themselves.
i have two teapots for our morning ritual – brown betty knock-offs that are stored over the stove on a scalloped shelf next to a vintage repro tea tin. the brown one has an endearing chipped lid. i bought it years before i was married on a trip to canada.
recently though we added a yellow version to the collection. i found this one at a tea room down the street, just after we started the infamous kitchen remodel. it was cute. it was round. it was yellow. i had to have it.
on average ordinary days we use the brown pot. every once in a while though we will designate a day as “yellow teapot day”. it can be in honor of a special occasion such as a day off, a pick-me-up, or just because.
or, as in today’s case, dreary weather.
this morning i woke up to another swirling 6 inches of wet snow.
today is a yellow teapot day.
my feathered nest 