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autumncozy · 1 year
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Autumn tea. gif by Amber Maitrejean
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menervaloki · 2 years
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Waiting for autumn 🍁
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heythereitsace · 2 years
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Mabon Apple Tea
4.5 cups of water
2 apples
2 sticks of cinnamon
5 pieces of dried ginger
Honey and Lemon (to taste)
Chop up the apples into slices, and then put everything but the lemon and honey into a large saucepan.
Heat on a low-medium heat for one hour.
Pour or ladle through a strainer into your teapot or cup, and add honey and lemon to taste. Enjoy!
I like using this as a home blessing spell for the equinox as well - the apples represent health, the cinnamon represents propserity, the ginger represents good luck, the honey represents love and the lemon represents a fresh start and an inner light as we turn to the dark months ahead. Because this brews over a long time, you can let that lovely apple-cinnamon scent fill your space with warm homely intentions, and then share a cup with those that you share your space with.
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spicylove4ever · 2 years
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2022 Mabon Tea
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Black Tea: III parts
Red Tea: I part
Sage: I and 1/2 parts
Cinnamon: II parts
Lavender: I part
Dried Orange peel: III parts
Anise: 1/2 part
Dried apple: I part
Calendula: I part
Feel free to make any changes that you may need if there is any allergies.
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x-elaluna-x · 7 months
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freckled-moss · 1 year
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Autumn Tea Chapter 2
Lockwood & Co. 🌸 Historical AU 🌸 Locklyle
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Chapter 1 , Chapter 3
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Part One
Once Ms. Munro led Lucy to the servants’ living area, a set of rooms on the west wing of the estate, she bid her goodbye and told her not to worry about work until the next day.
Mechanically, Lucy set her small suitcase on the bed, and observed what would now be her living quarters.
It was a tidy and cozy room, and much fancier than Lucy imagined a maid’s living quarters would be. The bed had a dark wooden frame with intricate flower engravings on the headboard. Next to it, a side table made of the same wood and style sat with a candle being its only decoration.
Opposite the bed on the same wall was a small bay-style window that looked out over the overgrown gardens. The sun was just short of setting. The only other furnishing was a simple wardrobe and mirror, and a white circle rug placed in the middle of the floor.
It was a perfect room.
Whoever this Mr. Lockwood was, she really must thank him.
Turning back to her suitcase, she unpacked the few things she brought. An extra dress, a nightgown, the metal lavender hairpin her sister gave her as a child, and a roll of bread that was a few days short of growing mold.
She sat on the bed and noticed the sheets were a soft cotton. Eating the bread, she picked the hairpin back up and watched it glint in the evening light.
She really did hope Mary was doing okay.
There was a rapping at the door, and Lucy stuffed the rest of the bread down her throat, coughed, had a painful swallow, and went to open it.
“Ms. Carlyle!” Ms. Munro stood at the other side with a bundle of fabric in her hands, “I do hope you found your living arrangements suitable.”
“Oh, yes. Very much so.”
“I’m glad to hear it.” She held out the fabric, and Lucy saw it was the same dark blue, almost black color of the dress Ms. Munro was wearing, “Your uniform,” she supplied.
“Thank you.”
“I trust you know how to put it on? Sometimes the apron can be a bit tricky.”
“I’m sure I can handle it.”
Part Two
At the sound of Holly’s knock at the door, Anthony quickly made himself seem as if he were doing very important work before calling her in.
“Good evening, Mr. Lockwood.”
“Good evening. How is it going?”
“I’ve already found someone.”
Anthony quickly looked up with a blinding grin on his face. “Really? What is she like?”
“Cute. She quite likes your paintings from what I’ve seen.”
Part Three
The apron was being quite tricky. It was now her fourth try to tie it round her waist, but she could not manage to get it into the neat bow Ms. Munro had managed.
The knot will have to do.
“Goodmorning, Ms. Carlyle!” Ms. Munro greeted her in the main hall, “Ready for a crash course on tea making?”
“Goodmorning, I am indeed. And please, call me Lucy.” She never liked her last name very much.
“Then follow me, Lucy. Mr. Lockwood’s an early riser, so we better hurry. Oh, and you can call me Holly.”
The two scurried down the lower east hallway and turned into a large kitchen area. At the far side of the room there was a doorway that led outside, and Holly informed her that was where she could find the farm. They didn’t have many animals, just some chickens, horses, and a cow. 
“Alright!” Holly clapped her hands and turned towards the stove, “Tea time!”
She showed her where she could find the kettle, tea leaves, and sugar then went outside to get some milk. Lucy looked wearily at the cow, she wasn’t particularly sure how to go about milking it, but Holly assured her it was a simple process.
It really wasn’t.
Despite her trouble, she was carrying a half-filled bucket of milk into the kitchens, and Holly bid her adieu with some quick instructions on how Mr. Lockwood liked his tea and where she could find his office.
Now, she was stood outside what she prayed was the right door, cup in hand. Apparently, Mr. Lockwood didn’t like having breakfast, preferring an early lunch. She took a deep breath and knocked.
A moment passed.
“Come in.”
He sounded a great deal younger than Lucy had expected. Creaking the door open, she glanced inside before fully entering.
Mr. Lockwood’s office was a grand yet cluttered room. To her left was a large window that looked over much of the estate property. Paintings and maps littered the walls and many documents lay on the coffee table between two armchairs.
“Ah, you must be Ms. Carlyle.”
She turned to the right, and found him sat at his desk, which was messier than anything else in the room. His dark hair was neatly combed back, but a few curls escaped the group and rested on his forehead. His eyes were darker still, and they crinkled as he smiled at her.
“You have my tea, I trust?”
“Ah! Yes sir,” she stumbled further into the room. “I hope it’s to your liking.” She placed the cup at the only exposed part of the desk and gave a slight bow. Were maids supposed to bow? She dearly hoped so.
“Thank you,” he smiled. She smiled back.
In a swift movement, Mr. Lockwood swept up the tea and gave a sip. “Perfect.”
He went back to work.
Well now what the bloody hell am I supposed to do?
She was about to open her mouth to ask the question, if in a more polite manner, before Mr. Lockwood realized she was still awkwardly standing there.
“Ah, sorry. You’re dismissed until lunch.”
“Yes, sir. What would you like done until then?”
“Oh, nothing. Just lunch.”
She blinked.
“Yes, sir.”
She left.
Nothing?
Part Four
The tea was far from perfect. Ms. Carlyle had added too much sugar and too little milk, but Anthony hated the idea of spoiling her grin.
Besides, it was bearable.
Part Five
Nothing? How was she supposed to do nothing between now and lunch?
Deciding that she surely must do something, she went off to find Holly to see if she could use any help.
On the way, as she passed through a long corridor, the view of the gardens stalled her.
They really are such a drab thing, she thought to herself, and Holly must be far too busy to nicen them up.
That’s it! If there was anything she gained from her mother, it was her green thumb. Between now and lunch, Lucy was sure she could spruce up the gardens at least a tad.
She trotted down the stairs and went down the lower west hall, hoping she could find a door that led outside like one in the kitchen. 
She certainly wasn’t expecting the room that had the door to be a ballroom. It, like the gardens, seemed less than loved, but everything was still dusted.
Stepping out into the gardens, she got her first breath of fresh air since her interview. The overgrown grass and wrangled hedges reminded her of her town in the north. 
The first thing to do, of course after some general tidying, was some serious trimming.
There was a small shed on the edge of the gardens, and Lucy had to brush away cobwebs to open the door. Rakes and trimmers and trowels greeted her, and she smiled.
The gardens were an intimidating chunk of land. They spanned the entire western yard and bled into the front, but Lucy wanted it all raked by lunchtime. 
Though not known for luck, Lucy Carlyle is known for her efficiency, and the gardens were not only raked but also weeded, for the most part, by the time the lunch bell rang.
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skyggsja · 2 years
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butteryplanet · 6 months
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thisisdore · 8 months
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30/07/23
Today has been full of journaling and planning. I also enjoyed a cup of my favourite autumn tea in my new spooky mug. Also I got my second hand Filofax yesterday!! Can’t wait for my inserts to arrive - fingers crossed they arrive before August starts so that I can set everything up.
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autumncozy · 3 months
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Enjoy the entire relaxing video here
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