Coffee junkies

Tell me this is not artistically autumn in a cup of the best brew.

I get these surges in my brain, I can smell the pot of coffee with the drip, drip, drip of aromas perfect scent. A coffee connoisseurs electrifying wake up call.

Rushing to the pot with mug in hand, I get this compulsion I need to get that caffeine flowing through my veins. Here in the Pacific Northwest we are coffee junkies. There is a drive-thru coffee shop on just about every street corner.

Caffeine feens, and we do like the very best of beans. No Folger’s, or Maxwell House those just will not do. Maybe a little bit snobby, but it is like a hobby. We want something smooth, nutty, sweet, for morning. Maybe a little bit more robust, and bold for the afternoon. Always freshly brewed. It is quite a treat when out, and about when you get that must have coffee urge to splurge a little. Stop off at the best place that specializes in coffee art. The making of the best cup of coffee your pallets ever had. Part of our cities greatest finds. Coffee roasters set up in the most quaint little shops. Everyone dressed just as unique as the coffee itself.

Dutch Brother’s, Indaba, Atticus, Ladder Coffee, Thomas Hammer, Craven’s, just to name a few. Of course there is always Starbucks. In 1971 a quiet revolution began. In Seattle, a single store opened for business in the Pike Place Market selling premium roasted coffee beans culled from the far reaches of the globe and exotic coffee machines to brew them to perfection. Yeah we were the first, and now look at the masses. Just a little coffee history, so you can understand. It is grand! We are the home of the coffee revolution. It is our day to day to wake up me up solution in a cup.

We are definitely a people who appreciate our coffee. The bean tells a story, and gives us our morning eyes alert. Often times for me I will go to my pot off, and on all day through. It all just depends on the surges in my brain, and urges for that caffeine. Coffee junkie yes I am! Happy I live in a coffee land..

Praying for my city

We had gale force winds that topped out at 60 miles per hour last night. A window in the building we live in went flying off, and crashed to the ground breaking glass all over. There are down trees, and power lines all throughout our city.

We had power when we woke. My husband and I were praying this morning, and in the midst of that prayer our power went out. So I will be kind of quiet on here today to conserve my battery on my phone. Praying for my husband, as he works restoration construction. They have crews all lined up to go out, and tackle the mess the winds brought. I will be praying for their safety, and all the other people who are helping restore our city back to normal. God Bless, 💜 Lisa

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: All about buildings: Old buildings, barns, sheds, houses

Said to have a very cool feel, and is still open today. Reminds me of Hollywood
1906 Wallace Printing Company
Who would not want to stay a hotel called Sweet’s
1924 City Hall
I could have taken 100’s of pictures in this old mining town!
Turn of the century old Victorian home we stayed in
Look at the stairs to enter this historic apartment building, so cool
The history of the Oasis was this city was known as a Brothel, the only city on 1-90 to have a stop sign on the freeway

We had the opportunity to visit the quaint historic town of Wallace Idaho for the weekend. I felt like I slipped back in time for the weekend. It is a remarkable town full of history. Known for their mining.

We talked to many locals who were just there for a visit like us, and the next thing they knew they were packing up their lives. They were in route to make Wallace their home. I don’t blame them, it is a magical place, with so much charm. In the early 1900’s the whole city burnt to the ground. That is why there is now so much masonry work on their buildings. I fell in love at first sight! It was dynamite!