The Magic Coffee Tea House

The caravan appeared as if magic one day. Parked in my field, where a handsome picnic lay. I was going to give someone what for, until the door opened up. Out walked a gorgeous hippie type, carrying a large coffee cup. Just the way you like it, three sugars and vanilla cream. I liked her smile and the way her hair was a gleam. She walked to the table and showed me a plate with a fresh roll. I made you a lemon pumpkin one, she said with full soul. Shocked, I could not speak, she had “nailed me” here. Her name was Poppy, and she was a quintessential dear. She had so many things to say, but instead she listened to me. It was the best time I ever had at a surprise coffee-tea.