Rocking in La Grande

White House Coffee is located on 4th st. in downtown La Grande Oregon. Its an old plantation style house, remodled, cooler than any shop I've found yet in Portland. And that is saying a lot. In side there were rooms, one with books and a sliding ladder. The lady makes her own chai from scratch, she learned how when she was in Philidelphia. They serve stumptown coffee, which if you are anywhere away from Portland is a comforting home like feeling. They serve their coffee and chai in local handmade blue pottery cups that you can take home with you for only $10, too bad I just bought one at the Saturday Market! But the best part ... the best part of all, is that it had a porch. A massive covered front porch. White washed, with black trim and a bright red door. Twelve black rocking chairs surrounding black Ikea tables. We sat in those black rocking chairs and rocked. We rocked and drank our chair and coffee, and ate pastries acquired from the bakery on Second st. It was 62 degress and raining. Muggy, but under our covered porch, we were dry. We talked about weddings mostly, Sharells. And ours. About how wouldn't it be amazing if we could own a coffee shop like this? About how cool my mom was for learning to text! About Sarah going to India. And of what kind of people must have lived in that house when it was first there .... why was the house first there anyway? We talked about church, and school, and high school, and friends from high school. We talked about feeling old, and the season of life were in. And we kept rocking. We had no where else to be, rare yes, but we had no where else to be. So we just kept rocking. I love Saturdays when they are just as they should be. Sleeping in. Discovering a coffee shop that adds peace to the world and restoration to our souls. A Saturday with some of my closest friends, at a coffee shop, in La Grande.

Rocking and having no where else to go.