Swish, the match strikes the side of the box
Whoosh, the flame leaps to life under the kettle
Plop, my choice of tea bag goes in my teapot; a cup is chosen, this one has been a favorite lately
Hiss, there is no whistle on my kettle, just the sound of the cast iron vibrating
Trickle goes the water into my teapot
And then only a few minutes of steeping and another cup of tea is made. I don't know how I would make it through winter without my tea. Join me for a cup?
Art direction, model and processing by me, photographs by dave