Spring Tea Party.

Dreamed up, planned and executed by Erica,
who regularly fills my little home with her beautiful creativity and joy.

There were flowers, and scones, and cucumber and egg salad sandwiches...

And carefully made favors...

and beautiful ladies.

Oh.

And there were

BUTLERS TO SERVE THE TEA.

(I'm serious. And it was their idea, too. They DRESSED UP and refilled tea pots and brought trays and trays of food up and down my stairs for over an hour. And responded to the names Carson, Alfred, and William. Do YOU know any twelve year old boys who do that?!) (A. was SO excited to be on "the boys' team".)

We drank four kinds of tea and ate delicious scones and sandwiches

and spoke in British accents

(I watched Downton Abbey with one of these families every week this year)

and read favorite poems

(guests were invited to bring one with. Shakespeare was represented, as were Cicely Mary Barker's flower fairies and Mary Oliver...)

and shared spring blessings.

...cause life is just too short not to celebrate spring.

(We finished up with a rousing game of...

that thing where you draw, and then pass it, and write what you think the person drew, and then the next person draws what you wrote... you know?)