Just a few steeps into a truly lovely morning Dong Ding session.

What is that that smells so good? It seems to be coming from near me, that can't be me. Even freshly showered, my hair tidily laundered, no way I am creating that added tinge in the air of pure Chi. Damn if it isn't the steeping Dong Ding!
Started as soon as I began my two part method of waking up the leaves, first by putting them into a preheated but empty small gaiwan and shaking them a bit, then followed by a quick rinse at 178 degrees. That was all it took to get that fragrance flowing into the room.
The Los Angles heat has passed and the afternoon is breezy, my Indian sari curtains blowing up and around my head, the wild parrots making a helluva wonderful cacophony of sound in the backyard in my avocado tree, a perfect time to be alive. Right here and now.
Here is the tea just barely starting to awaken,

 and then as the leaves began to unfurl, it was so pretty I had to take the gaiwan outside for a couple photos of that.

Silly? Maybe, but I take my pleasures where I find them.
We all should.