Tuesday tea tunes: What happened to you?

Posting this one today obviously not because it's a "winter's day," as the song describes, but for a few other reasons. First, I find myself in the occasional "deserted seaside cafe" now that I've relocated to San Diego. Also, I should be working on a rather sizable research project, yet I find myself doing little more than what Donovan's doing here, sitting and dreaming. Third: tomorrow is Proust's birthday, and here's a tune pretty much all about "a cup of rich brown memories." Here's "Teas" by Donovan ...