2 hours ago
My grandfather had his coffee every morning. Just so. On the porch. Surrounded by my grandmothers jade and monstera, ivy and orchids. In the big house on Rose and Yosemite. There he sat. Roasted chocolate and smoked juniper. His coffee. Every Saturday, I sat curled next to him, on the cool terra-cotta floor. Eating my chocolate bar doughnut. The one he saved for me. The most beautiful habit we had. @poppycoffee_209 reminds me of him. It’s all in that roasted chocolate and smoked juniper. That nostalgic numbness.
My photos usually have at least one of my children in it. They roll with me everywhere. They are Stockton. This is my younger son, Sparrow Moon. • And hey, Paige makes a legit blended drink of coconut + mocha. They sell plants too.
My last takeover, a couple of years ago, I spoke of a place, where folks drank coffee and plants were for sale, music playing, people conversing. This is following suit.
Guest Instagrammer | @theozunatribe
#igersstockton #stocktonstory at Poppy Coffee