After a particularly demanding morning of blending a new ceremonial oolong for our summer menu, I found myself watching Master Pekoe in the garden. He was tending to our chamomile patch with such gentle precision—not a single leaf disturbed unnecessarily. It reminded me that sometimes, the art of tea isn’t just in the pour or the steep, but in the quiet cultivation of patience. Every herb we grow carries the story of the hands that tended it. What’s a small moment of patience you’ve practiced today? 🌿☕️