We gathered what we had: fresh strawberries, chocolate covered pretzels, and crispy nut thins with orange marmalade. The roses were blooming, so I snipped a few blossoms and filled a teacup for an impromptu arrangement.
The kids each chose a teacup from the china cabinet. Each teacup has a history, a special person or memory associated with it. Daniel chose two rose teacups, one for me and one for him. Elizabeth selected a blue cup gilded with gold. Jonathan decided on a fancy yellow one with a wavy rim.
I offered a selection of teas to the kids and they voted on pomegranate. We filled the pot and said a prayer.
I read aloud a handful of poems from Shel Silverstein's A Light in the Attic. The kids did not stiffle their giggles as they sipped and munched.
After a little poetry, I had planned to read Shakespeare, but Elizabeth said that since we were having orange marmalade, we should read about our favorite bear from Darkest Peru who also loved the sticky stuff. So we dug out the latest book about Paddington and enjoyed a chapter together, often pausing to refill teacups. 
"A Proper Tea is much nicer than a Very Nearly Tea, which is one you forget about afterwards," said A.A. Milne.
C.S. Lewis said, "You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me."
With both we heartily agree.
"You anoint my head with oil; my cup runs over." Psalm 23:5
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