To the Society of Tea Bags

A society of what!?

Definitely!  Yes,  I said it, tea bags!

Prerequisites to join this new and exceptional Society!?

You must be strong and be able to take the heat!

So to the Tea Bags!!

If you are one of those who just dip a toe, oops, tea bag, in lukewarm water and pronounces:      ‘tea is served’,          get out of here!

This post is double-edged, is that the right word.?   Well, meaning two things:

A Good, Strong, Hot, Cup of Tea.

and  the analogy  of:

‘A Woman is Like a Tea Bag’.

And while we may look at many examples of  strong women, all  with amazing inner strength, some who thrive on being capable of standing tall and forthright and empowered,   just  always,  perhaps always, always,  be simmering away, always,  strong and  hot, and:

Then there are also those women with also,  inner strength:   but just not noticed,   until the going gets tough and then,   finding themselves in hot water, their inner strength and resilience, empowers them in extremely difficult circumstances.  It can be small or large,  but when confronted with a situation, believed to be unjust, unfair, unethical, they become, engaged, enraged and enlivened, to help, heal and overcome any adversity.

Well,  a question comes to mind?  Is it best to be a  simmering tea bag, or just the one,  that when feeling the heat,  they become empowered with righteousness and justice and finding fairness for all.

Either one,   is a beautiful tea bag,  but a constant simmer may make our teabag a little stewed and bitter!     We need you, please don’t wear yourselves out!!                              Time for a Chamomile cup of tea!!

What do you think?

Well, we can enjoy our very own strong cup of hot tea, as we read and embrace:

  “The Tea Bags of History!”

Where do we start on this epic journey of ours?

We need to look back at history, perhaps initially, but of course we have so many amazingly strong Tea Bags in our lives and the world right now, but ….

Shall we just choose a few to start with.

Well,  no surprises, we really should start with the person attributed with this saying in the first place;          Eleanor Roosevelt.



Political Figure, Diplomat, and Activist.

Well, a couple of quotes I think first.

“Dr. William Keen, commended Roosevelt’s devotion to the stricken Franklin during the time of his travail. “You have been a rare wife and have borne your heavy burden most bravely,” he said, proclaiming her “one of my heroines”.[43]”

(Wikipedia, retrieved, 29/5/20).

“President Harry S. Truman later called her the “First Lady of the World” in tribute to her human rights achievements.[8”

(Retrieved, Wikipedia, 1/6/2020)

What an absolutely remarkable woman.

Some  basic information:

Eleanor was born, October 11th, 1884.       Died, November 7th, 1962.

Eleanor lost her parents at an early age, her mother died of diphtheria, in 1892, her brother Elliot died the following year of the same illness, her father was an alcoholic and died in 1894, her younger brother, Hall, died in 1941.

She met (1902)  and married  Franklin  D. Roosevelt on 17th March,  1905, and gave birth to six children.

Eleanor had strong principles and may have struggled in her personal life,  where to me,  she perhaps endured daily mental anguish,  feelings of perhaps personal lack of self-worth at home,  as having lost her mother and father at a young age,  and a mother is such a precious ally when raising your children and then having to deal with a controlling, dominant mother in law and a philandering husband.   With trying to understand, her mother-in-law,  Sara;  she only had the one child and I can see how Franklin was her life, she was ambitious for him and they were very close.

Eleanor’s  Public  Life.

Eleanor was the First Lady of the United  States from, March, 4th, 1933 until April, 12th, 1945. during her husband, Franklin D Roosevelt’s four terms in office.      She was the longest-serving First Lady of the USA.

Eleanor thrived on helping and reaching outside of her life and on seeing the poverty, racial discrimination, inequalities of life, she used her position as a political figure as the First Lady and beyond,  to fight for justice.

Other positions she held were:

First Lady  of New York (1932)

First Chair. ( 1946-1952)  Presidential  Commission, Status of Women.

Representative to the United Nations Commission Human Rights (1947-1952)

(1961-1962) Presidential Commission on Status of Women

There is so much this woman did, achieved, was criticized for, and remained strong and true to her beliefs.

I have only just scraped the surface of this absolutely dynamic woman. all of my information has come from Wikipedia and it has so much more to tell.

My final quote, again from Wikipedia:

“President John F. Kennedy ordered all United States flags lowered to half-staff throughout the world on November 8 in tribute to Roosevelt.[218]” 


So, what do you think, does she shape up to be an exceptional Tea Bag!

She has my vote!

To the Pleasure of a Good Strong Hot Cup of Tea!!



Are You a Teabag?

Well, I hope you are!

Mmmmm…. there is nothing more complimentary than being told you are a Tea Bag”.

Well that is my quote!

I am setting up a website;           Title: 

To the Society and Well Being of all Human Tea Bags.”

Have you heard this quote:

A Woman is like a tea bag- you don’t know how strong she is until you put her in hot water’.

Wonderful!     Eleanor Roosevelt  of course !

But apparently also  spoken by Nancy Reagon!   So really no known source of this rather wonderful quote.

i have another which took my fancy:I

“It is said that a wise man who stands firm is a statesman, and a foolish man  who stands firm is a catastrophe.”
Mmmmm… well who is going to inform the foolish man he is wrong!.
“I believe it is the duty of each of us to act as if the fate of the world depended on him. Admittedly, one man by himself cannot do the job. However, one man can make a difference”.
Mmmm… wonderful quotes, both from:
Hyman G Rickover. United States Admiral. (1900- 1986)
Great quotes.
But, also, Hyman, is  noted for  uttering  the quote, “a woman is like a tea bag…..’. Etc.
But  I couldn’t find a reference to this, but he has many other exceptional quotes to his name, one I believe is;
”Voltaire once said: “Not to be occupied and not to exist are one and the same thing for a man.”
With those few words he captured the essence of a purpose in life:   to work, to create, to excel, and to be concerned about the world and its affairs.”
Another quote from Hyman G Rickover.
Mmmmm… I like this.
Oh dear and this  is all due to my search to find the origins of;  “ a woman is like a teabag….”!
Of course, it’s all relevant to my website and our perfect cup of tea!
Can you see the meaning of this quote, more recently, of course,  attributed  to Eleanor Roosevelt?
I definitely can, but I don’t mean to push out the wonderful male attributes, which of course are many and wonderful.
But  women can be just like this, ( these wonderful synonyms)  quiet, stoic, resilient and when tested can be ferocious in defending their families, friends and loved ones. Also never forget the causes they aspire to,  their ethics,  their discipline, their inner beings that demand  that truth be outed and dealt with.
Eleanor Roosevelt from everything I have read is just an amazing  human being.
Would I say Strong  and Gutsy, definitely!
And definitely a teabag! 
Mmmm…. well there must be many human tea bags out there!
I am on the search for more!
I read something recently, it was an article from a free online magazine, an amazing magazine called:
                                                 The Good Life France
Editor and I believe Creator of this amazing online magazine,  is Janine Marsh.
Well, this article is about, Leonardo Di Vinci, he died, May, 2nd,   1519 and lived the last years of his life at the Chateau du Clos  Lucé, under the patronage of King Francis I ,  of France.
The King invited him here and he took up residence in 1516, here he completed the most famous painting of all time, the Mona Lisa.
In one of his diaries/ journals,  during this time, he wrote: that anyone of an older age… should only have one glass of wine a day and should become vegetarian!
Really?    I am amazed and  why,  well, because so much wisdom coming from a man, born In the 15th Century, is amazingly wonderfull,  well he was amazing anyway, but about stuff like vegetarianism and  too much alcohol!?
And I thought, we, our generation,  were the new age of healthy!!
But, his brilliance, vision,  intelligence,  a painter, musician, poet, engineer, 
botanist, gosh the list can go on and on, was and is  and continues to be, stunning!
Well, what are we !
Hopefully a Tea Bag!
Ready to be Forever:
Strong, Robust, Compelling, Reassuring and Comforting.
All Of above,  relates to a Good Cup of Tea  and To the Strength of the Women who drink it!
To the Pleasure of  Tea!


I Would Like to Tell You a Story

Find the Courage within you, know you are Right and Fight

(Michele Reynolds)

I would like to share a story with you. This is a bit different from my previous posts, but through it all, I certainly needed to slosh back a bit more tea!

I haven’t posted for quite a while, as that saying goes;

”Life gets in the way”.

I have worked in the health care environment, for twenty years now, it’s not an easy line of work, although I know there are many jobs, careers, etc. that would be and are a lot harder. There were many, many times throughout these years where I have gone home aching, tired, and just bloody exhausted and if I had had my time again and given foresight, maybe I would’ve stayed in my cushy job counting money!

But there were other pressures on me at that time, personal issues, when I decided to, needed to, make some changes in my life.

After working seventeen years in one area, where it was physically and mentally draining, I decided to transfer to an area where it was more mentally challenging, but easier on my body. Initially all was pretty good, but then I began to have issues with a staff member in this new area.

We all have heard, perhaps experienced, suffered, at the hands of a bully.

I, unfortunately,  would say most of us at one time or another, have suffered bullying, by one or many.


If you see it, do not ignore, do what you feel you can.
Find the Courage within you, know you are Right and Fight

If you see it, do not ignore it, do what you feel you can.

(Michele  Reynolds )

So even now in my sixties, I became the victim of a bully. Don’t you think that at my age I would have the where with all to know how to handle a bully!?

Mmmm.. well no, why, because this person was my boss!

And this person knew where to hit me where it hurt the most, my pay packet!

What causes the most stress?

Financial stress is the absolute killer!

Have you heard the term; ‘covert bullying’, to me, it is the most insidious of all.

A form of bullying that only the perpetrator and victim, most of the time, know what is happening.

I did finally have a win, good triumphs over evil, well perhaps not all the time, but occasionally, let’s hope more than occasionally if we are of an optimistic mind!

In time I will put together an e-book,  already commenced, of what happened to me and how to combat the terrible scenarios and what weapons are at your disposal, sounds like a war, doesn’t it?

And yes it is a war,  for your survival and you’re well being.

Would I  have crumbled, when I was younger, possibly, does age make you stronger, maybe. Perhaps better to say, life makes you stronger, but we need to find the strength within us.

I  believe,  try and find a friend to confide in, or just to talk to, a sympathetic ear can help, initially, and help to move forward.


Shall I say,

To the Pleasure of Tea!

Well,  let’s just add a touch of brandy, is brandy good in tea? I’m not sure, perhaps this calls for coffee,   mmmm… I may have one once a week, sometimes it gives me a buzz, sometimes a headache, perhaps the blend, but an Irish Coffee, well, I think always a good choice!



Mmmm… The Festive Season

Then when it’s all over, the pleasure of a hot cup of tea and something comforting to have with it!

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That’s definitely the best time for me!   I like to give, pleasurable, yummy treats at Christmas, treats especially home made if possible.

Fruit cake, shortbread, chocolate cookies, some savoury as well,  cheese and chive biscuits, relishes, jams, pickles  and then a lovely variety of different tea blends, some perhaps never tried before to sip and relax and contemplate the days end.

I love the decorative colours of Christmas, the sumptuous reds and golds, greens with red and gold, strong purples, brilliant, sometimes iridescent blues, with the backdrop of gold!   Just Wonderful.

The eye is drawn to beautifully wrapped packages, do you unwrap yours  with excitement, a touch of,  gosh I just need to see what is hidden within!   With the splendour of the wrapping, the colours, once again full of the opulence  of Christmas leads to much more of the need,   to see what lies beneath!

Or do you appreciate the  beautiful, elegant wrapped gift, resplendent with the colours of Christmas and just wish to save  that ribbon, the paper,  the tiny little figure that is attached to the Christmas Greeting!

Yes, either way is perfect,  but the later, can give us  wonderful saved  memories, and also the opportunity to  recycle!   What our eyes have enjoyed prior to opening our wondrous gift, can then give pleasure to someone else while we look on, enjoying the delight  in  their eyes, as they  devour the  recycled splendour, of ribbon and paper!

The colours of Christmas, where did they originate from?

To my mind it must go back to the Biblical Magi,  the Three Wise Men or  Kings,  following the  Mysterious light/ Star and carrying their gifts of  Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh, as gifts to the Infant Child.

The red and green of Christmas, perhaps in the winter months of the Northern Hemisphere, evergreen holly seemed like a  promise of spring and of course the red berries of the holly added to this, it was brought into homes to protect and bring good luck and so became a part of a celebration of the festive season.

The Best of Christmas,  is the Contentment  of a Cup of Tea, the taste  of something Comforting  and  Peacefulness at Days  End!


Around The Table Memories and the Indian Ocean

The sounds of Childhood and the Love of the Sea

I have lived by the sea all of my life.

My Dad and Mum during the war.  (WWII),  bought a block of land looking down the road to the  beautiful Indian Ocean.

I have always been able to hear the waves rolling in and landing on the beach, a part of my life, a part of my sleep.

The Sea  Landscape was where my Dad and I would walk through the sand dunes,  with the ocean rolling and splashing and dumping, the exhilarating ocean breezes, exploring our  coastline.

Mum would send me off with an apple to munch on.

On one of our adventures, Dad and I  together,  we arrived home minus my two front teeth,  rather  two wobbly teeth that I had been dealing with!

Well hey I was six,  or seven,  and well, I  could’ve actually  swallowed them,  as I enjoyed my apple!  Or did they just drop out as I travelled the beaches!? Goodness knows, but…

I was very concerned in case the tooth fairy wouldn’t find them,  actually wouldn’t  have the stamina to go anywhere near, where they could possibly be found!

But, thank goodness the tooth fairy did still appear and left me some loot!

A lot of money way back then!   Two’  thrupenny bits’.  I guess this equates to  a sixpence!   Mmm… a lot of sweets  to be bought at the corner store with this cash bonus.

Mum and Dad were  continually renovating, growing,  their initial home. They built a patio on top of a beautiful limestone garage  and there we had many amazing times throughout the years of our childhoods, where we sat outside as a family,  or as a party of guests, especially during the warm hot months of summer,  sitting looking out at this amazing Indian Ocean, listening to the roar of the waves rolling and thumping into the sand, receding and landing again and again, the magic sound   of water and sea, .enjoying delicious food,  wonderful cups of tea, laughter,  games, chasing each other around the street, always with the  sound and view of the sea, as our backdrop.

My Mum’s best friend from school, married a keeper of the vines, and had a splendid vineyard in our Swan Valley, so frequently they would arrive, especially in our  summers, to enjoy a day at the beach. Their wonderful old truck would arrive, loaded with children and lots and lots of grapes and rockmelon!   An absolute feast of fruit!

?????? ??    Memories are Made of This??????????

Then exhausted;  bed , still to the sound of the sea and the feel of the beautiful late sea breezes, we always  called:

’the Fremantle Doctor ‘

Magical Times

Continuing Family Memories.

Hold tight to  Good Memories and Let Them Grow and Envelope you in  Calmness and  Feelings of,  yes, all can be Okay in this, my world.



Memories Founded on Gatherings Around the Tea Table, Take Two!


           Sunday Lunch



Dad was in charge of shoving us out the door and  into the car and off to Mass, all gloriously clad in the same clothes we wore every Sunday.

What’s that saying,  Sunday Best?

Off  we would go in Dad’s pride and joy,  an FJ  Holden, was it blue?  I have a feeling it was. Dad used to like to perhaps,  every few years update the car, much to Mums horror!   Mum just couldn’t understand why if the car was running well, well,  why not just keep it? She was much more into looking at improving the house !

Much  later when we, the children, had achieved grown up status, Dad had the nerve to say he just might like a Mercedes!

Well that got the huge big No!   And no doubt a big wall of  silence and huffiness continued,  until Dad just laughed it off and life went on!

No need to mention, no Mercedes  ever appeared to take possession of our garage!

Sometimes  it was ten o’clock Mass at Saint  Joseph’s, or if we were running late,  we ended up at the eleven o’clock Mass at the Cathedral in the city. Sometimes Dad just decided that listening to the regular choir at Saint Mary’s  might be nice. Had  we been too boisterous on the Saturday, too naughty,  did we need to be in a place of quietness, of peace?  Oh dear, mmm…. nice to ask him now, ……well, tell me Dad, why!?

Mum did initially join us for our regular Sunday religious events, but after the birth and subsequent illnesses of my younger brother,  that he seemed  very prone to,  she stopped.

Instead she stayed at home and cooked the magnificent,

Australian Sunday Lunch

What  was on the menu, for this magnificent Australian Sunday lunch?

Roast leg of lamb,  of course,  with roast potatoes, pumpkin and peas or beans, both perhaps  and of course homemade gravy, yum!

Yummy apples for our apple pie


Followed by home made apple pie and ice cream or delicious whipped cream!

Isn’t freshly whipped cream just the absolute best!

Mum always made her own pastry, stewed her own apples and it was always just delicious. She lost her Mum early, just married I believe, so possibly my Nana, Dad’s Mum,  had a great influence on her cooking abilities and of course my Nana was an amazing cook.

Did I hide my meat under the cushion at this meal?  Definitely not!   So perhaps not quite the hater of meat I presumed I was, maybe just the pan fried variety.

Quite often, especially in winter for tea, after watching the weekend footy roundup, we would toast bread in the lounge room on the fire that  Dad had  chopped the wood for and  then lit  a  glorious blaze for us and  we would have heated Heinz  spaghetti and buttered toast!!

Memories are Made of This’

Seen those beautiful tins of Heinz Spaghetti? Well  that would be tea, sitting and watching the latest news program and hopefully a Sunday night movie.

And of course that lovely brew of tea!

The best way to finish our Sunday lunch and our cosy supper beside the fire, a cup of tea!


To the Pleasure of Tea and Memories of Meals around the Table!






Memories founded on Gatherings at the Tea Table



??‘ Memories are Made of This.’??

(This is/was a popular song  written by, Terry Gilkyson, Richard Dehr and Frank Miller in 1955.)   Wikipedia.

What do I remember best, what comes to mind immediately?

The Tea Table,   whether it be the kitchen table or the dining room table, it was a place to eat and drink. It’s where I can see my Dad sitting at the head of the table, window behind him, possibly reading the paper, his first cup of tea in front of him, Mum busy behind me, creating, whatever, be it toast, eggs, a pot of tea. We always sat at the table to eat our meals, not something that I bother too much with these days, although my sister does, it’s funny what we take away with us isn’t it, what’s important to me, may not be important to another sibling and visa versa.

I  remember…

Food plays such an enormous part in our memories, doesn’t it?

I feel,  as I remember a dish,   I also remember a memory…

I was a skinny little Tom Boy,  goodness,  those were the days, I also seemed to hate meat!  Mum, was a two vege and meat kinda girl, so each evening, her family would receive, meat and vege.  Each Friday,  of course being the good Catholics that we were, we would have fish, also with two vege?  Mmm.. not sure here, would’ve been nice to have chips!  Mum would buy the fish and egg and  flour it,  no breadcrumbs and  would only fry it,  after presenting the cat, elevated to top taster, a titbit  and if the cat, didn’t  fall of the chair, paws to the sky we had our serve of Friday fish for tea!  Occasionally, Dad would bring  home, fish and chips,  wrapped up in newspaper stained with the seepage of oil !

Mmm… yum!

Well, I was such a hater of meat,  that I would shove it under the cushion of my chair! We had these lovely wooden chairs and just a cushion to fit plonked on top!   Do you remember the kind!.

Well there it sat, the meat,  until Mum got rid of it!   No retribution  towards me, amazing!   Maybe the cat ate well,  because of me!

Well, there is one memory!

It’s special, because I can see me, sitting around that table, I can see Mum serving us our tea and dear Dad, at the head of the table. My siblings are a little fuzzy, mmm… why?  Not sure why, perhaps I was too focused on  getting that meat under my cushion!

Where is memory two!

I’m still thinking about memory one!  But much more to come!


To the Pleasure of Loving,  Sharing and Remembering!






Let’s Have Pumpkin Soup


Pumpkin Soup

I love this recipe and I used to make it all the time and I still do!

Well we have lots of pumpkins to carve for Halloween, so now to use up that scrumptious pumpkin flesh!

Those big beautiful pumpkins orange and gorgeous are amazing, but I have carved pumpkin faces from just those lovely grey ones and well, once hollow and lit from the inside they just as effective, with the beautiful orange glow coming from the inside!

Pumpkin Soup

Any kind of pumpkin is great, quite often I use Butternut  pumpkin, perhaps Kent or Jap  pumpkin. The flesh needs to be a vibrant/rich  orange, because this will  then be the  colour of your soup.

1.5 /2 kilos/ 3 to 4 pounds:  Pumpkin

3  large                                      :    Potatoes

2 litres                                        :   Chicken Stock or if you prefer, Vegetable Stock

Vegetables  need to covered with liquid prior to cooking on the stove top, I always have a tin of powdered  chicken stock in my cupboard, so I cover vegetable with water, then add three tablespoons of chicken stock  to pot.

1  large                                      :    Brown  Onion

2                                                   :    Eggs and a little milk

Handful of chives for garnishing.

Pepper  and Salt                    :    To taste

Peel and slice pumpkin and potatoes into similar sized pieces, place in pot, cover with water, add chicken stock.

Add  sliced onion.

Add perhaps pepper at this stage, chicken stock of course is salty and at the end taste and adjust the seasoning.

Allow  to cook until soft, remove from heat, (the liquid is part of your delish soup, with yummy flavours of stock  and onion, do not drain), mash with your blender, you should have a lovely mixture of pumpkin soup. To add creaminess, here is where we add the eggs, just allow vegetables to cool a little, if added to soon, the eggs will cook too quickly, (we want them to blend easily and add richness to our soup), crack the eggs into pot and  then blend straight away, add a little milk and there you go a beautiful pot of creamy thick soup.

When serving, (although I tend to add at the end of my cooking), add the cut up chives. The lovely orange colour of the soup plus the green of the chives on top, just adds more to the appeal and taste of your pumpkin soup!

I add  straight after cooking, I do this because my son just grabs a bowl of soup straight from the fridge and heats. The added chives don’t need to be added, but when they are, at this stage, they don’t sink, but  they do just sort of  stay/ float on the top!









Halloween: The History behind Trick or Treat.

Halloween, pumpkins and tea and cake



Halloween, also known as;

Allhaloween,      All Hallows’ Eve,     or All Saints Eve.

It is believed it came out of Celtic Times in Celtic speaking countries and may have, possibly had, pagan roots.

Celtic Harvest festivals were/are, observed in  several countries across the world on October 31st of each year. This year October 31st falls on a Thursday.  It is the Eve of the Western Christian feast,  All Hallows’ Day.

A day dedicated to remembering the dead. 

In Folklore,  it is an event that signifies, a thinning  of the worlds between the dead and the living, where the dead may come back to earth, their one day a year, where they may seek retribution for deeds done against them when living, before  they move  on to their celestial world.  Many on this night,  place another chair at the table or the fire to welcome lost family  members etc.

Big Bonfires,  were very popular on this night as it was believed  the heat and the blaze would  stop the dead souls from falling to earth, later they were used to keep the devil away.

The end of October,  in the Northern Hemisphere always signified the last of the summer and the the months of  cold and darker days. The collection of the harvests and thoughts turn to surviving the winter and appeasing the dead  on this eve, so good fortune would follow them and keep them safe. It was a time to make soul cakes  and give to those that came to your door. They would then offer prayers  for you to keep you safe. Those that came may say poetry and would dress in costume with hidden faces, just in case the marauding spirits may recognise them as someone who had maligned them when they walked the earth.

Soul Cakes, are a mixture tasting  between a biscuit and a scone, full of currents and when cut into rounds a cross is indented on the top. I shall add a recipe to my recipe section when I find the most perfect one!  Although from what I have read, other cakes/biscuits  were baked and offered to the beggars, travellers, all contained grain, significant of the end of harvest time.

I have found a website called:

Karen Burns -Booth.   I first met her when she was a contributor to a beautiful French online magazine called: ‘The Good Life France’.

A totally FREE magazine with quarterly  presented magazines, that follow the seasons of the year.

Karen has a great recipe for Soul Cakes, from the recipe book:

Cattern, cakes and lace. This book contains the festivals, feast days and recipes associated with the  histories of these special celebrated days, plus so much more.

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In many parts of the world,  there are Christian religious gatherings on All Hallows’ Eve, where people gather to pray for the dead and light candles. they attend church services and place lighted candles on graves, but elsewhere in the world it has become more commercial and a fun thing to do, to dress up and go ‘trick or treating’.

Trick or Treat

From the beginnings  of the pagan traditions, Trick or Treat, in many countries, is now  a fun event, where children dress up and visit the neighbourhood, a  Halloween tradition, performed on the 31st, October each year.

Children and adults dress in costume and travel from house to house asking for treats, trick or treat. Trick these days can refer to some attempt at hopefully, harmless mischief.

In Britain and Ireland the tradition goes back to the 16th century.

As well as dressing in costume, reciting poems, receiving food  or even money there were warnings of misfortune if they were not welcomed.

It has become a very commercialised event with the purchase of costumes and paraphernalia,  all pertaining to ghouls and ghosts, witches,  perhaps a few good fairies and a few good witches all dressed in white,  carrying a beautiful wand!  ( goodness, my imagination runs away with me!)  Well let’s hope so!


Why Pumpkins?

Well going back in History it looks like people would use a turnip, with eyes and gruesome mouth cut out, to scare away the dead souls or/the devil. So I guess a pumpkin is pretty good and so much bigger, so ‘a jack o lantern’ came into being!   Also it is symbolic of fall isn’t it in the Northern  Hemisphere, the oranges and browns, the glorious colours of the trees as they change from greens to pinks, reds, browns, the  colours of the colder months.

Let’s try a brew of Pumpkin  Tea or Coffee or …..


While enjoying our cup of pumpkin Tea, perhaps a little Artistic Flair is worth a try! Why not!.

To the Pleasure of a Cup of warming Spiced  Pumpkin  black Tea and a Soul Cake!



References: Wikipedia.

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The Meaning of Ambience

Mmm.. delightful!


A nice word, ‘Ambience’, what does it mean?

Ambience is another word for atmosphere, the sense of mood a place or a setting has.  For example, if  a  restaurant has soft lighting and peaceful music, it has a pleasant, soothing,  ambience.

Ambience!?  Mmm… Sounds  French, well yes it is.

But here we need to look at the spelling, do we spell this word as ambiance or ambience?  Ambiance is  from the French spelling of word and Ambience is the English derivative and both words mean the same. In English speaking countries eg. Australia,  United Kingdom, the spelling,  Ambience is more common.  Each spelling is the alternative  spelling of a word  meaning the same.  So in my post I shall continue to use the spelling, Ambience.

What creates Ambience? 

Well,   the  ambience  of a place  can impact on all our senses.

It captures all our senses!

 Sight,   visual delights, soft lighting, or luscious opulent lighting, splendid  glistening tableware, flowers etc.

Smell,   fragrances , from the flowers, the infusers, the scented candles.

Hear,   soft  music,  jazzy music,  what mood are you trying to create.

Taste,   the pleasure of eating, flavour, texture.

Feel,  the fine china or a glass, cutlery, on your fingertips, the rustle of material, the texture of fine linen.

 All of  our senses pick up on the atmosphere, the  surroundings,……the ‘ambience’!

Shall  we create an ambient occasion. Something that may look just thrown together on a whim, but perhaps has taken thought and creativity to put together.

A picnic beside a lake, or a pond, or a river. The shade of trees, dappled light, flowers blooming, soft green grass, the sound of birds.

Mother Nature  has provided  us  with the perfect ambience!

Lets throw down a colourful blanket/ quilt, a basket of fruit,  apples, pears, grapes and strawberries, a platter of cheeses, cold meats, olives, salad,  a  crusty loaf  of  bread and  a bottle of wine.

Mmm perfect.

Enjoy,  under the shade of a tree. Listening to the trickle of water with the warmth of the sun on our backs, warming our body and soul.

Mmm….A shady tree!

How About Create our own Special Ambience 

Create our own Ambience,  in our own home, where it becomes a pleasure not only for us but when we wish to share our home with friends and family.

Soft furnishings are jus beautiful,  take a plain chair, throw a couple of cushions on it, a soft light stand bedside it, on a graceful side table and wow, there is your Ambience, a focus to draw the eye.

Perhaps just as a cluster of candle sticks/ candelabras,  different shapes and sizes,  can draw the eye and please the eye. Some cushions covered in luxurious fabric:

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To the Pleasure of life and finding Ambience  all around us!