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Table Talk.

How lucky I am to wake each morning for the love of how I make my living. Owning and operating my cute little coffee shop, making delicious espresso drinks, baking pastries and serving wonderful people happiness in a cup are just a part of the entire picture that compliment my days worth.

I’m playing customer this afternoon sitting in the coffee shop amongst others drinking coffee, listening to great music, eavesdropping small conversations, laptops, iPads open. The sounds of my Barista Tara, busy with her afternoon tasks taking orders and exchanging pleasantries with patrons that know-not, me the owner sits among them. I like this. It’s relaxing and provides me opportunity to experience the ambiance I’ve created. Watching customer vehicles pull through to my drive-up window most steadily on a rainy Thursday afternoon are travelers, visitors and locals ordering coffee to sustain their drive or simply relish the afternoon pick-me up time of day – chai tea lattes, mocha breves, Americano’s, it’s undeniably a cookie afternoon at the Village Bean. My senses quickly settle back inside the coffee house to the fresh scent of newly ground espresso, coupled with frothing of milk ready for the marrying of chocolate and caramels and hoping never to hear the ending sound of whipping cream that top it off. I’m soothed over soft humming coming from a lady sitting near the ocean view window, and the sensual whisper of two obviously in a new relationship as their eyes gazing into one another reveal – making online reservation plans for a trip to Sedona. The hours pass with changing of tables, folks coming and going, and I’m beckoned from my alias to delightfully frost a lemon cupcake for a drooling, loyal customer. Quietly returning to my chair I’m now in the charming company of all women. This changing of hormones changes the dynamics of our environment from slightly reserved to subtle hints of gently spritzed perfume as Jose Feliciano sings “Come on Baby Light My Fire” in the background, really! I watch how this place, this atmosphere comforts these lovely creatures that easily comprehend the cozy that I’ve nurtured just for them. On a rainy, Thursday afternoon snug in my sweet little coffee shop that sits in the quiet little beach town known as Yachats, Oregon. I love this.