Tea Party

The Woodpile has a gala event each summer. The long standing tradition is to do something different each year. After twenty years, the old chairperson of the event has retired.

I am not much for politics, so I skipped the Woodpile Council meeting and went fishing instead. Boy was that a big mistake. In my absence, the council unanimously voted me the next chairman of the event.

The next day, I went deep into the underground bowels of the Woodpile to look at the archives and see what had been done in the past. I needed a new exciting idea for the event. I spent hours pouring over old dusty ledgers. It seems that they have used all of the great ideas in the past. No wonder the last chairwoman retired. She had run out of ideas! I emerged from archival vaults no further ahead.

Exhausted from my efforts, I lounged on my favorite perched. I was thinking, “What would Mr. Carson the butler from Downton Abbey do?” … Well, he would do what any respectful Brit would do, serve tea. That’s it! We’ll have a traditional Tea Party. I was off to the library to borrow the Downton Abbey DVDs to see what I needed to do.

 

First, I need to find some tea cups. Off to the local thrift shop. “I will take these two.”

I better check to make sure the kitchen crew used Earl Grey tea.

Everything is ready. Let the guests in.

Look, they are serving biscuits!

Some of the guests simply have no manners at all.

Don’t even think about drinking my tea.

Personally, I like my jam and biscuits with a sprinkling of sunflower seeds.