07/07/2026
I am guilty of (misguidedly) believing rest needs to be earned, despite all my “soft animal of your body” proselytizing. For that, I will say— as I have always said— that people deliver to the curated internet the medicine that they most need. There, I have confessed.
I like to be of service. I do. And I am also thankful that my servicing includes things that are joyful and grounded and creative. I hate to think what would have happened if I hadn’t sorted that out for myself. What would life be without all these pretty pressure valve releases?
I am sorry to be closed. Small business, short staffed, all that. But this is my 10th summer so I’ve got some data to look at and I promise it was a calculated inconvenience— this the slowest week of the year for us typically.
I wish I could devour books at home the way I can on this kind of vacation. Too much to do, to hold. Here? Book a day, AND time to swim and paint and pick blueberries and meander round the woods, sing to my senior dog, love on my love, forage for good sticks, get some deep chats in, watch the hummingbirds, NAP (during the day?! How thrilling) and in general be a curious, unbound, puttering person. The novelty.
We reopen on Thursday, friends. With lots and lots of new, high summer goods for you whether you’re practiced in your languor or the aspiring R&R type.