It began as a seed. A small package for .49. I bought a pretty little pot for another five dollars, and then some nutrient rich soil for 8.95 on sale, it was.

I was careful with the seeds and planted them at the right time. The pot went in the window over my kitchen sink. I kept the soil lightly moistened and the morning sun warmed the seeds buried in their soft bed.

A few weeks later the first buds of green pushed their way to the surface. From that point on, they grew at a rapid rate until they blossomed. Large bells painted in soft shades of red. They were beautiful.

Late one night, with the mortar and pestle, I crushed leaf, blossom, and new seeds. I prepared the mixture as I did with any tea I enjoyed in the evening. With the steaming cup in my hand, the lights low so that I could enjoy the sight of the stars beyond my apartment window, I leaned back in my chair. I sipped, slowly. The music of Mozart drifted over me.

There was some pain. My heart protested at the very last minute, but by then I was beyond caring.

It was a very good cup of tea.