Agreeable hour

There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea.  

-Henry James

Afternoon tea was carefully made with ice water to turn the little color-changing cups dark purple from their normal light pink hue.  The oilcloth mat was carefully set with paper napkins and the little spoons that accompanied the set.

They sat cross-legged {which is custom at an afternoon tea in the middle of the kitchen floor} as we passed the tea around.  We sipped our tea like proper ladies until the little one insisted on pouring.

After ice-water was dumped a few too many times, they danced like natives.  They giggled and stomped  and  sat and poured more.

   Dress-up heels were kicked off and tea cups were purposely tumped over.  Water puddles glistened in the kitchen light like little puddles in the street do after a heavy downpour.  

They scurried away after their clothes were soaked and decided an afternoon in a play tent might just be the perfect end to an afternoon tea.

It was indeed a most-agreeable hour.