"It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside." ••Maud Hart Lovelace

 “Who would then deny that when I am sipping tea in my tearoom I am swallowing the whole universe with it and that this very moment of my lifting the bowl to my lips is eternity itself transcending time and space?”

― Daisetz Teitaro Suzuki, Zen and Japanese Culture