Flour Box Tea Room is more than a physical location. It is a feeling that at this moment in time, you are exactly where you need to be. Back in the summer of 2010, while working at a laboratory in Wetherby, England, Milla had the opportunity to visit a number of tea rooms throughout the UK. It took a while for the feeling to grow, but when opportunity knocked it led her to a small bakery site in Winston Salem, NC.
When the tiers have been emptied
and the teas have been sipped
and the tables have been bussed
and the girls have been tipped,
when the cups and the saucers
are all washed, rinsed, and dried,
Then it's time for “me time”;
it's my tea time to bide.
The kettle hisses and whistles,
“The water is hot!!”
I pour and I swish
and I rinse out the pot.
A measure of leaves,
in the strainer awaits
a long soaking bath,
and some sweets on a plate.
By the light of my laptop
I sip and I ponder,
“One more email?
Or a recipe?” I wonder.
One more trip around
the minute hand does race
wiping the day's sweat
from the clock, off its face.
Then off to bed
and its calming caress,
and the cares of the day
become less and less