Here on the cutoff, still in my pajamas (the ones of the Easter nest fame), with the television broadcasting quietly so as not to awaken the lord of the manor, I sat, channel surfing, at 4 am. From NBC, CBS, ABC and, of course, the BBC, waiting for the wedding to begin.
I’m mush when it comes to pomp and circumstance, ceremonies, pageants, and I love a parade. A royal wedding would be a highlight of any day, though today wasn’t just any day. We talked about the event a bit at our book discussion group last night, remembering other royal weddings and recalling when Queen Elizabeth II sailed on the royal yacht, The Britannia, down the newly opened St. Lawrence Seaway, and came ashore at Chicago’s Buckingham Fountain in 1959. Donna remembered her mom bringing her to the event and seeing the Queen. What a remembrance for a young girl!
Buckingham Fountain was named for a Chicagoan actually. I naively thought that it was to commemorate the Queen’s visit. Either way, Buckingham Fountain was a natural spot to alight for British royalty. The fountain sits on the shore of Lake Michigan. One of the five Great Lakes, it is the only Great Lake that doesn’t share a shore with Canada. It is often referred to as Chicago’s front door, and also the official starting point of Route 66. Buckingham Fountain then Buckingham Palace; my mind wanders so with little sleep.
I made a comfy spot to view the events and put the kettle on to boil, pondering which tea to honor the occasion. Aha! There on the shelf sat a lovely box of PG Tips boasting at being England’s No. 1 Tea! Out came a pyramid tea bag, in went the properly boiled water, and down I improperly plopped.
I’d been saving the tea, for what I wasn’t certain, until this morning.
Jennifer sweetly inquired last Christmas if it was okay that she invited a friend from work to join us for Christmas dinner. Of course it was. There is always room around our table and Lola was an enchanting guest who made our holiday meal all the more enjoyable as we ate and talked and compared customs. Lola, you see, is from England. One of the highlights of the meal was when she and I shared a properly brewed pot of tea together after dinner. Well, actually, it was several pots and a bit of laughter as we traded phrases and such. Don’t you just love those times?
A few days later, Jennifer came by with a lovely gift bag filled with English biscuits and a big box of PG Tips tea, a gift from Lola in thanks for the Christmas meal. So, today, the tea of choice was from a delightful Brit who shared time with us this past Christmas and whom I hope shares more time with us in the future.
Here’s to you, Lola – and here’s to Britain’s new princess, Catherine, and her handsome prince.
I need a nap!