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A Tea Grows in Boulder

I’ve never been interested in “afternoon tea,” “high tea”, or any type of formal tea custom. To me, it was a group of older, dowager-like ladies with pinkies erect, pressed lace collars, and big royal-sized purses at their feet.  A snooty way to sip a spot of tea and nibble on tiny cucumber sandwiches.  The whole routine seemed stodgy and a bit grandmotherly.

Being Human Lies Beneath

Never just go by what's on the outside. You must dig beneath to find the real substance of what can be hidden by a pleasing exterior.