There is something very beautiful about winter whites that I've always loved; an elegance, softness, and grace. And a winter white tea echoes the loveliness of the snow outside, without the chill!
I set up my antique gate-leg table in front of my living room window where I could watch the snow swirl outside in the backyard.
My grandmother crocheted the runner on this table. The silver spoons are from my mother-in-law.
Pots and pots of tea are called for on such a windy, snowy day, don't you think?
Bird-watching is a wonderfully restorative occupation, while dunking shortbread or a stroopwafel into steaming hot tea. My bird feeders aren't visible from these windows, but I enjoy our many cardinals, which stand out in stark relief against the barren branches.
This creamy white coffee pot (which I usually use for tea), creamer and sugar, and set of six cups and saucers belonged to my Great Aunt Esther. I only saw her a few times in my life, but I do remember the mischievous twinkle in her blue eyes. She lived to be 95, good old New England stock.
Just can't get enough of white roses. Aren't they beautiful?
We are down to single digits again here in Michigan. Stay warm and drink tea!
I am joining Sandi at Rose Chintz Cottage sandimyyellowdoor.blogspot.com for Tea Time Tuesday. It's her 4th anniversary blog party, so please visit and see all the lovely tea parties she hosts.
I am also joining Kathy at A Return to Loveliness
http://www.adelightsomelife.com, Ruth at Antiques and Teacups at