yesterday when I was making my morning tea, looking at the kettle reminded me of when it came into my life…

my friend, Dobby, was here to take care of me after my cancer/hernia surgery in July… she did a wonderful job of tempting me to eat with lovely snacks and drinks throughout the day… she cleaned and tidied, organized my fridge and freezer so that when she left I would have food to eat, and we figured out how I could get water to drink…

the deal was that I wasn’t to lift anything over 5 pounds for 6 weeks…  five pounds isn’t very much and I was being on the careful side because I didn’t want any complications which might slow down my recovery which was slated to be about 10 weeks…

once I was able to move around a bit Dobby would help me onto the deck where I would sit for a while and have some delectable tidbit she had created… just sitting there would raise my feeling of well being and helped with the healing… every day I sat out longer and eventually could take the steps down to the garden where I would sit and soak up the peace and beauty…

before she left, she went on a quest to find a kettle that wasn’t too heavy so that I could make tea, and this is the one she found…

my perfect little electric kettle…

it is perfect, because it fills my carafe exactly… my other kettle was beautiful, but held about twice the water that was needed and so was also that much heavier…

my tea carafe…

really, how would I have managed without such good friends…  they are such a gift…