As the year draws to a close, it’s the perfect moment to pause and reflect on the incredible journey we’ve shared with all of you. This season has been nothing short of amazing, and we want to express our heartfelt thanks to every loyal customer who has supported us. Your enthusiasm and trust have made this year truly special. Looking ahead, we are filled with excitement for what’s coming next, including new workshops, fresh scent collections, and innovative self-care product

My generation, the "Wonder Years," grew up with large boxy televisions, kitchen wall phones, bikes with big handlebars and banana seats, the Beatles, Vietnam, Watergate, Nixon, Twiggy, Charlie Brown, the Monkees and some of the best music ever. Yes, I'm revealing my age, but that's okay; there's no harm in acknowledging that I'm from the Gen Jones era. Life was good in my little world, and all those events were just background noise as I sat at the dinner table, listening to

Last night, I was awakened by a fierce thunderstorm. Oliver was trembling, and honestly, it was so loud that it made me a little uneasy. However, there was also something calming about the sound of rain pouring and hitting the roof. I found it strange to have a thunderstorm in November, but then again, it was sunny and in the 70s over the weekend. Naturally, as a problematic sleeper, my mind began racing with thoughts of everything I need to accomplish: orders, bills, payroll

He's not much different than his owner. Little, feisty, a bit persnickety, calm most of the time, loving but not on command; definitely on his terms, guarded with his acceptance of who he lets in, protective of his people and funny. Our walks together are always special and just us - exploring, Oliver sniffing, me noticing everything. This week we were able to sneak away for a few days to Lancaster PA and our favorite hotel The Inn at Leola Village . After a perfect nights

As we reminisced about the past, our memories were so vivid they evoked a deep nostalgia for those times. I began to reflect on what "being homesick" truly signifies. Can I express that feeling or thought in writing so that others might grasp it?

Today, I sensed it. There was a shift in the atmosphere, and town was quiet. The people, the bike riders, the scooters, and the scents...

It’s gloomy. Winter is not my friend. I am a fair weather person. Looking out at the gardens from my frost covered windows this morning...