Enjoying a couple of mental health days. Yesterday spent in the some less-occupied corners of Branson, Missouri. (Tour bus season. Watch out for octogenarians that travel in packs.) We poked our nose in odd-duck little shops, played a lovely, quiet game of pirate mini golf while leaves were falling on the putting green, and bemoaned the fact that the spots we used to sit and hold hands while we were courting are quickly disappearing under asphalt and mall stores.
Today’s just been a lovely hodgepodge of puttering at home and reveling in a welcome cold front that’s dropped the temperature 15 degrees in the past hour and has turned our streets into a red carpet of leaves. What better environment to sample a cup of Cozy Comfort?
I agree with Ashmanra’s evaluation—this comes across as a substantial black tea with cinnamon. I spent a good deal of quality time as a kid hammering and shelling black walnuts from Grandma Schubert’s trees; I’m not picking up on much of that scent or flavor at all. That said, it’s fitting for a fine day enjoying a welcome dose of real autumn.
That sounds like you are having a lovely time! Rest and refresh and enJOY!
Cinnamon and fall go well together :)