Morning Coffee

Rain is the order of Sunday night  and it is chilly once again after two days in the 80°F range.

Things are very green though and that is always lovely.   

 I took time to fill my front porch flower box with morning glories.   They are fake but, that way I won't forget to water them.   Birds will be disappointed but  I cannot have birds near the door as they fly inside.

In the morning I make myself a cup of coffee.    I can go without it.  I don't seem to need caffeine to wake up but I just got used to coffee or rather powdered creamer with a dash of coffee in it a couple of decades ago when I found myself falling asleep all the time.   No, the coffee didn't work at all and without the creamer  I do not like coffee much at all.    And, it must be mild coffee  too.  So the coffee was no help with the problem but I did like the habit and the  powedered creamer.

I was always a tea drinker since I was very little and had it with my grandmother every day before kindergarten and first grade as well as after school when we would have a cup together.   So, when people come over and don't want to have coffee or tea, I am really very disappointed and the time with them isn't as good as it would be.    I equate the ritual of making and having coffee or tea with socializing and spending time together.   When that doesn't happen I feel very let down.    I associate fellowship and  hospitality with having tea or coffee.

This is why I enjoy time learning theology with

my cup of coffee in the morning and the last cup of tea at night.