Incurable romantic that I am I am bowled over at the cleverness of friends. Tea brought back from China, goes perfectly in the tea pot brought back by another. The tea is rolled into tight glossy bronze coloured balls. When they are immersed in hot water they uncurl revealing long slender leaves, their suppleness moving in the water remind me of water reads in a lake.
The perfect size for one cup of tea, the teapot sits on its wide base, a reliable friend, always ready. The traditional way to brew green tea is to throw away the first brewing, the leaves now awake are refreshed with boiling water again and then again for further brews through the day.