Meanwhile, back at the monastic Community of Grandchamp in Switzerland, this is what I call the tea wagon.
Mid-morning it is taken from its parking place under the stairs.
In the kitchen a sister or postulant or volunteer fills the wagon with thermoses of tisane, coffee, and tea and bread and butter and jam and tows it across the courtyard to our break room.
Here we take ten minutes from our work to sit down and enjoy a break, drinking and eating in silence.
I like how the wagons here (like in the garden) have a double handle: if the load is very heavy two sisters can share the burden.
(Linking to ABC Wednesday. W is for wagon.)