Enough winter. I am done.
To chase off the glooms, I’m snoodled up in jammies watching An American in Paris and dreaming of sunbeams and dandelions and warm breezes and dancing with Gene Kelly (he may be way before your time and mine, but have mercy, he had the moves).
And in keeping with the “springtime in Paris” motif, I made a cup of this strawberry-scented white tea to hang my face in. You can catch whiffs of gentle strawberry flavor in the cup, too. Aromatherapy for the taste buds.
