06/26/2026
This spring had been a challenge, and summer is giving us its share of cold, rainy days too. Lavender likes dry feet, and we have had anything but that. Still, like I do every year, I planted new little lavender babies with hope tucked right beside them. They are doing their best in the soggy soil, and I am cheering them on with every bit of sunshine we get. Thankfully, some of my older plants are already producing flowers. Growing things teaches you patience, and a whole lot of faith.
We finally had a little sunshine today, so I headed out to the lavender patch to see what I could find. The bees were already there, buzzing happily from bloom to bloom, completely unbothered by the weather we’ve been slogging through. I always smile when I see them and they’re the most faithful, welcomed, tiny visitors I have this time of year.
Every stem I bring into the shop is hand‑picked, one by one. I choose the ones that are ready and leaving plenty behind for the bees to enjoy. They’ve earned their share, and honestly, watching them work their way around the blooms is pretty sweet.
And speaking of bees… a couple of weeks ago I had a moment I won’t forget. I was out in the yard doing a little weeding between rainstorms when I heard a sound. A loud, rising buzzing overhead. Not the usual hum. This was bigger. I looked up and saw what looked like a massive black cloud moving across the sky. Thousands of bees swirling together like a living storm. I didn’t stick around to investigate, but I high‑tailed it to the front door and watched from safety as they drifted over the horse pasture in the most graceful, eerie unison. Later I learned it was likely a swarm heading out to start a new colony, but in the moment it felt like my brain short‑circuited. I just stood there thinking, What on earth am I looking at.
The shop won’t open again until our fall event, but tending the flowers and making handmade things in the meantime keeps me connected to what I love most about the place.
I’m looking forward to a beautiful fall, full of color and calm and maybe a few surprises from the garden.
And since we’re talking blooms… I’d love to know: what’s your favorite flower, the one you always stop to admire?