Today’s pretty teapot is a musical one. I wish I could remember where it came from but alas – the mind is not remembering. I know that I bought it and that it was not a gift as many of my other teapots are but that is as far as I can get. That’s okay- it is a pretty teapot and it matters not where it came from.



The song it plays??? No–not Tea for Two or anything remotely tea related. It plays “Memory” from Cats. Ah memories of a wonderful cup of tea?????
Perhaps.
There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea.
—-Henry James, The Portrait of a Lady—-