From a lovely little trifle, Wildflower Tea by Ethel Pochocki:
He brewed his tea in a blue china pot, poured it into a chipped white cup with forget-me-nots on the handle, and dropped in a dollop of honey and cream. He sat by the window, cup in hand, watching the first snow fall.
"I am," he sighed deeply, "contented as a clam. I am a most happy man."