Not sprays of twigs with red plastic berries at the end, festooned with plasticized snow and glitter. Not a cranberry scone with a drizzle of glaze. Rather, the visual of a light layer of frozen rain glistening on the tiny red cranberries lining the boardwalk of the kettle bog, a hidden pocket, a remnant of Ohio’s glaciation. The same glassy glaze on the highbush blueberry of higher ground. Thick piles of sphagnum moss in impenetrably dark water, pitcher plants, tamaracks. I like when tea reminds me of my roots, and, at the risk of sounding like an old person… the good days, memories of which, in this moment, are now heavily relied upon. Lightly flavored, let it cool a bit. Throw in a little nostalgia from childhood – play-doh – and consider me lost temporarily to better times.
Thank you for the care package, ashmanra :) I’m down to the last few teaspoons, so I’m off to place a small order for me and Kiki.
Flavors: Berries, Cream, Herbaceous, Mint, Tangy, Tea
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Nice! New Jersey, famous for cranberry bogs, is the state next to the one where I grew up. The NJ Pine Barrens, night trips there to catch a glimpse of The Jersey Devil and the bogs are some of my good memories from another time.
Awww, this is a lovely tasting note and I am so glad you enjoyed it! I placed an order last night for a few favorites and I really shouldn’t have ordered some of this one but I am ordering again as soon as the Valentine’s special is available so I will get it then! You should be a writer, derk. Well, you already are, but I would love to read a whole book of you waxing poetic!
White Antlers, I’m happy you were able to return to your place. What’s the Jersey Devil anyway? While I love it here, I still do not experience a strong sense of place. Planting native plants around our yard helps to firm it, though, little by little. Giving myself to the land. That was today’s therapy, at least.
ashmanra, thank you. I have no idea what I’d write a book about. It would probably be too similar to Annie Dillard with a lesser vocabulary to have a unique voice. I placed an order today, too. Didn’t tell Kiki. It’s addressed to her :)
Ah the Jersey Devil, that thing has been around for ages….
mrmopar I am delighted you know of the Jersey Devil! LOL
derk Heavens, I cannot say what bliss it is to wake up every morning and know that I am finally home. It’s been 6 years since I moved back but every day is filled with the quiet joy of finally being back to where I came from.
Rather than write a long tale, I’ll send you a link. He’s sort of the Sasquatch of the Northeast. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jersey_Devil
Our local Sasquatch is a little more ethereal: https://www.joplinmo.org/575/The-Spook-Light
Gmathis – our local boo is a lot like yours! My father saw it in his youth, but said he could not call it a ghost, just a light. There are two nearby, actually, Vander and Maco. It is likely methane or electrical discharge as your article states.
http://www.ncghostguide.byethost12.com/vander.htm?i=1
derk, you could too write like Annie Dillard! Pilgrim at Tinker Creek is one of my favorites, though has been a while.
Nice! New Jersey, famous for cranberry bogs, is the state next to the one where I grew up. The NJ Pine Barrens, night trips there to catch a glimpse of The Jersey Devil and the bogs are some of my good memories from another time.
Awww, this is a lovely tasting note and I am so glad you enjoyed it! I placed an order last night for a few favorites and I really shouldn’t have ordered some of this one but I am ordering again as soon as the Valentine’s special is available so I will get it then! You should be a writer, derk. Well, you already are, but I would love to read a whole book of you waxing poetic!
White Antlers, I’m happy you were able to return to your place. What’s the Jersey Devil anyway? While I love it here, I still do not experience a strong sense of place. Planting native plants around our yard helps to firm it, though, little by little. Giving myself to the land. That was today’s therapy, at least.
ashmanra, thank you. I have no idea what I’d write a book about. It would probably be too similar to Annie Dillard with a lesser vocabulary to have a unique voice. I placed an order today, too. Didn’t tell Kiki. It’s addressed to her :)
Ah the Jersey Devil, that thing has been around for ages….
mrmopar I am delighted you know of the Jersey Devil! LOL
derk Heavens, I cannot say what bliss it is to wake up every morning and know that I am finally home. It’s been 6 years since I moved back but every day is filled with the quiet joy of finally being back to where I came from.
Rather than write a long tale, I’ll send you a link. He’s sort of the Sasquatch of the Northeast. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jersey_Devil
Our local Sasquatch is a little more ethereal: https://www.joplinmo.org/575/The-Spook-Light
Gmathis – our local boo is a lot like yours! My father saw it in his youth, but said he could not call it a ghost, just a light. There are two nearby, actually, Vander and Maco. It is likely methane or electrical discharge as your article states.
http://www.ncghostguide.byethost12.com/vander.htm?i=1
derk, you could too write like Annie Dillard! Pilgrim at Tinker Creek is one of my favorites, though has been a while.