How do you drink your coffee?

Strong and black?

Cream and sugar?

Me, I prefer cream and honey. Yes of course, you say, the Bee lady would prefer honey.

Coffee is quite a ritual in our house. We get our coffee mail-delivered from Pot of Gold. They write our names on it, it comes every 4 weeks and smells up our ancient green post box and I’m sure, the post office gets quite a whiff of it before it is delivered.

Every morning, as I prepare to go to work, I put the kettle on, grind coffee and deposit it into our handsome little bodum. The pungent smell of ground coffee is the first smell that tickles my nose in the morning. I pour the boiled water over the fresh grounds and set the timer for 4 minutes, like the good little barista I was trained to be. Then I pour my husband a cup of coffee in his favourite “Morton” mug with a big red crab on it. He gets a kiss on his sleepy head, a delivery of steaming coffee, and I pad downstairs, kittens entwined in my legs, to write my “Morning Pages.”

I need my morning rituals. What are yours?