10/15/2026
Every time someone asks about the name, I get to go home for a minute.
I grew up on a flower farm in Carpinteria, tucked between the mountains and the Pacific. When the storms came, the rain carved small, winding streams down through our fields. Rills.
That land raised me. It grew baby’s breath, then cut flowers, and now avocados. It gave me the flowers for my first floral business. It taught me that growth is slow, steady, and always moving.
When it came time to name the shop, I wanted something that held all of it. The land. The flowers. The water.
A rill is a small stream. Rill is a small shop. And rivers begin as a rill.