When you have a cold, little is more comforting than chamomile tea. Now, Ju-Pu tea is amazing for colds. But since I found that only once in a Chinese convenience store, I have little hope of drinking it again. Not even the Jing Shan royal tea house ladies were certain of its content.
Chamomile smells like sunshine on a field of golden wheat. Its clean, gentle, mildly grassy aroma fills a room like a warm breeze. To drink it is to to be filled with happy memories of late summer. It clears the head, calms your aches, and soothes the tired mind.
Ju-Pu is great, and greatly I miss it. But here in America, chamomile is the nearest thing I've found. Yes, chamomile tea will do just fine for me.
[[Post writing update: I think I found it! Ju-Pu tea from California and Wisconsin!]]
I went back down to Cannon Beach, Oregon, for Presidents Day weekend. A bunch of us from church rented a house there. A big windstorm blew through the day we drove down, and most of the weekend was cold.
Yes, I am still alive, as my friend Garrett reminded me today.
(And as his e-mail recommended, turn up your volume before clicking the link.)