Imagine a small cafe designed to be as natural and cottage like as possible in a small town. Stone pathway from the sand/ gravel parking lot with lots of floral bushes leading there. You open the door to a simple and open cafe with small wooden tables and cozy simple (like vintage *cough cough goodwill* for you to enjoy.
Behind the counter a few people people making coffees in mason jars and mismatched mugs. Brewed teas made from brews of herbs bottled behind them on a large shelf labeled in lazy cursive..
“Spellman’s blend: black tea leaves, lavander, oats”
“Hecate’s soothe: Chamomile, black tea leaves, cinnamon, cardamom.”
In a happy little corner a bookcase of books, some new and old, ranging from fiction and fact, all about magic and nature. A small sign that hangs above…
“please do not spill your drink , as the books are quite picky when it comes to tea.”
A second door that leaves to a garden patio, a few tables, but different herbs growing the very ones used in the teas, you hear a sound different from the calm different music humming in the warm room you just left… “ribbet ribbet” you hear frogs happily living their lives amongst you, as twilight approaches crickets begin to make the cries known.
You sit happily and sip your tea, an ice blend brew of the day, and relax as a local musician prepares to play. You’re entered The Weird Sister’s, and how pleasant it is to relax in a place so odd and comforting.
