He brewed his tea in a blue china pot, poured it into a chipped white cup with forget-me-nots on the handle, and dropped in a dollop of honey and cream. He sat by the window, cup in hand, watching the first snow fall. “I am,” he sighed deeply, “contented as a clam. I am a most happy man.” – Ethel Pochocki, Wildflower Tea, 1993

Meantime there came a shower, which so besprinkled the grass and shrubbery as to make it rather wet for our after-tea ramble. – Nathaniel Hawthorne, journal, 1842 August 15th