If we were having coffee today you would be sipping it alone because today my “coffee cup” is filled with an Oolong tea, The Skinny to be exact. The mild smell of it drifting out from my cup has an earthy and almost flowery smell. The smell of orange and ginger that are… Continue reading If we were having coffee…Tea Anyone?
I haven’t been writing lately, and I can’t really say why. Life hasn’t been any more crazy than normal. It has been filled with the typical sick kids, a puppy that is into everything (don’t blink), snow up to the knee caps, and Christmas racing toward us… Regardless, I haven’t been fitting in… Continue reading Coffee in 100 words
The coffee in my hands offers a nice contrast to the snowy ground outside. As I sip it slowly this morning watching the air I am mystified by the quick change in weather that now fills the mornings with air full of ice crystals and snowflakes. As October 31 crystallized into November the shift brought… Continue reading Our first November Coffee
Here comes October! October is by far my favourite month of the year, and is fall my favourite season. This morning the buttery caramel flavour wafting from my coffee cup is muted by the smell coming from my scenty. A tart apple smell with tones of sweet buttery cinnamon fills the space in the room. I’d… Continue reading Autumn Coffee
The last few weeks involved a RV road trip. We drove up into the Northwest Territories, and then we dropped down into northern British Columbia and curved back up into the Yukon. It was a great family experience, and one we actually want to do again. In one day’s drive we had bears (black bears)… Continue reading Coffee and pictures
My mugs sits empty with only a slight discolouring at the bottom. That sludge at the bottom of the mug is proof that at some point this morning coffee warmed the ceramic cylinder I call a coffee cup. The memory of the rich roasted scent lingers in my nasal cavity, and the warmth from my… Continue reading If we were having coffee on this beautiful August morning…
The mornings still have a chill in them, and it is just enough of a chill that I can see a steam rising off the pool of coffee in my mug. Perhaps it is because I am so tired that the steam transforms in my mind’s eye to a mist rising off of a lake… Continue reading On a river of coffee…