by Kl T

Created on: December 11, 2009

A Contrary Tea Party

Mary couldn’t help it… she didn’t mean to you know… be contrary.
It was just she had a mind of her own.

There she was in the midst of a fine spring morning surveying her
garden.  Mary had come prepared to do her morning rounds prior to her
well-planned afternoon tea.  She carried her sturdy grey watering can

with water filled from the cool well across the other side of the yard.
She had donned her best bonnet and decided this day needed to be honored
with her daintiest of aprons.  It was her pristine white eyelet laced
apron with woven light pink and mint green ribbon rosettes sewn along
the bottom. Along with her grey watering can she brought her small
wooden handled spade, her lilac colored gardening gloves and a few new
daisy seedlings to place in amongst the flax and bachelor buttons.

The sunlight dappled and appeared to glow as it shown itself on the
droplets of dew that sprinkled themselves across the silver bells that
entwined the gardens white picket fence.  With friendly-faced purple and
yellow pansies sunning themselves, deep pink hued roses lifting their
petals to release their fragrance and sun maid flowers curtseying to
Mary as the hem of her skirt nipped their tip.  Yes today was Mary’s
day for it was the 15th of May.

Mary was thought of as a bit odd… always seemingly backwards or
opposite of everyone else.    “Mistress Mary, quite contrary,” they
would whisper behind her back.

That spring day in May became known in this small village to be
“Mary’s Day.”  For Mary upon the 15th of May each and every
year would give a splendidly sumptuous tea party.  Not just a plain old
tea, or even a fancy tea…but a tea of all teas! 

 It seemed this day became the day when the village folk would take their spring time flower
walk and it seemed that this day, the 15th of May, was the day when
Mary’s garden reached its peak of brilliance. All who passed by would
gaze in grand admiration as they asked themselves and each other,
“Mary, Mary how does your garden grow?”

 So Mary, knowing the wonder of what her garden held, decided that this would always be the day
that she would invite all her dearest friends for a gala tea to
celebrate the grandeur of her garden.  Mary designed her invitations
from pressed flowers and leaves and delivered them herself to all her
friends.  There was Lord Hopper, Lady Beetle, Uncle

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