The return from the walk, and the arrival of tea, should be exactly coincident, and not later than a quarter past four. – C.S. Lewis, Surprised by Joy: The Shape of My Early Life, 1955
The man breathed in deeply—of rosebuds and mint, of sunny meadows and salty cliffs, of streams in no hurry and the sound of bagpipes. – Ethel Pochocki, Wildflower Tea, 1993