I’d been thinking I wanted an old time percolator for some time and just couldn’t find the very thing. And when a dear friend spotted this one in an antique shop, she said she saw my name on it. Yay for the Holy Spirit working through dear friends!
This same friend has given me a very fine and perfect old-time picnic basket, egg coddlers, and more. But for today I want to talk about my percolator.
After brewing up a few fine pots of coffee and tea, it quit. I was sad, to say the least. Oh, well, I thought, it still looks lovely on my kitchen counter, and I’m all about making the kitchen beautiful.
But my dear husband fixed it!!! It simply needed a new resistor in the cord, and it’s off to the races again (the sound and sight of the brew gurgling up into the glass cap is the sound of joy). Actually, it’s been off to the balcony in the chilly Rocky Mountain mornings for what we now call Percolator Parties.
Monday’s coffee Percolator Party was simply a Welcome-the-Morning, and Glory-in-Fall party. Tuesday dawned bright and chilly and my daughter Hannah and son Seth joined me for chicory coffee in heated mugs with heavy cream, and to solve the little conundrums that make up our world.
On Wednesday the day sneaked up without early morning Percolator Party time, so we were ready on Thursday and chose to try a specialty Chai-with-chocolate tea, about which I had reservations. But there are those special times when the first sip of an excellent tea changes things, sets them aright. As I sat in the early morning chill, wrapped in a quilt and watching the golden apricot aspen leaves quake, I took one of those rare and wonderful universe altering sips of tea.
One after another, members of our household came out onto the balcony to savor the morning, to partake of our new and beloved delight, Percolator Partying.
In the Fall.
How far is Heaven? Some days, not that far.