Those Nature People

09/09/2025

The morning walk down the trail reveals a squirrel rustling through the leaves. It’s busy with its daily chores. Gathering food. What else? What does a squirrel do all day? I can see the drey which keeps it safe and warm.
Just a morning walk in the woods.
Peaceful Forest Gemstone Candle.

09/08/2025

Patchouli and mountain sage come together with a rich, earthy scent that feels both grounding and refreshing. Lighting it can feel like hitting reset on your space, your thoughts, or just the mood in the room.

08/31/2025

08/23/2025

ROYGBIV The order of the rainbow 🌈 which is aesthetically pleasing. Working on arranging jewelry pouches on their new display rack. An ambulance passes with lights and sirens. I pause to say a quick prayer. I remember a post from Mr Rodger’s Neighborhood. Something like ‘my mother always taught me to look for the helpers whenever there is something scary. There are always helpers. It stayed with me and I passed it on to my own children. I continued on with sorting and arranging as time ticks closer to our opening. The clocktower chimes a a pleasant reminder. Do you recognize the clocktower? It’s a big hint to where our newest location will be. 🤔

08/21/2025

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08/21/2025

His grip was so tight I was nearly in tears. My heart was pounding and I truly didn’t know if I would walk out of there. He released his grip then slapped me open handed. Quickly followed by striking me with a closed fist.

I looked up at him, our eyes met as he greeted with a big smile and happily stated “all done”.

A visit to the mall with a group of teens meant that I had a lot of time to myself. So I treated myself to a foot reflexology massage.

Perhaps the better term, would be tortured myself. And I would do it again without hesitation!

Then follow up nightly with Magnesium Oil on your feet for relaxation and restful sleep 😴

08/19/2025

It’s like the feeling you get when watching the leaves gracefully swaying in the breeze. Relax Essential Oil

08/19/2025

We were welcomed to take a flower from the arrangement. I picked a single, perfect, pink rose. Because to me, that’s what she was.
Grandmas time here had ended, and her last years on earth were rough on both her and the family.

Alzheimer’s is a cruel disease.

She was a beautiful and poised woman. Presented herself with dignity and grace. Always well dressed, hair fresh from the salon, and makeup perfect.

As a young girl I was fascinated by her makeup vanity in the bathroom. Lipsticks and eyeshadows created a full spectrum. And “no face was complete without rouge” in various shades of pinks and reds. An assortment of brushes and sponges of different shapes and sizes. A silver hairbrush with matching hand mirror always set off to the side. Glass perfume bottles shaped like swans, cats and hearts aligned the side. These were for show, they didn’t smell like her. Her smell came from the golden glass bulb atomizer filled with Rose Water which she spritzed on her face every morning. The delicate scent stayed with her throughout the day and her skin looked as smooth as rose petals.

Two dried roses sit in a vase in my office. My tangible reminders of two wonderful women whom I had the privilege of calling grandma.

08/18/2025

It had been a summer’s day exploring behind me the house per usual. Past the hundred acre cornfield was a strip of woods with a creek flowing through it. At least at that time, I thought it was a creek. looking back now, it was nothing more than a drainage ditch which sometimes flowed like a river with heavy rains. There was a low section in the woods that would flood over and become a swamp. We would walk fallen trees like tight rope artists across the water and catch frogs. Lunch time was spent sitting in our fort under the big oak. My smurfs lunchbox was packed with a pbj, a baggie full of Fritos and carrot sticks. The thermos was filled with milk which was now lukewarm warm from being left in the sun. Hours spent outside, just being. Mom would holler for us to come home and we would trek back through the corn field. Care was taken to stay on the widened path. The leaves of the corn stalks would cut your arms and face like fierce paper cuts if you strayed. The warm bath was drawn and mom was in the kitchen cooking dinner. Bug bites and poison ivy were coated with grams homemade salve. Spaghetti and meat sauce were served. It was my night to wash dishes. The spaghetti sauce would skim on top of the bubbles creating a sensory playground.
From this we have Itchy & Scratchy.

08/18/2025

What a gorgeous sensory experience! Using Lavender Salt Scrub leaves your skin feeling truly transformed.
Here’s how it typically unfolds:

First Touch:
Gritty, oily, and cool . you feel the salt crystals and rich oils coating your skin, releasing that scent of real lavender.

During the Scrub:
As you massage it in the salt buffs away dead skin, leaving a slight tingle while the oils melt into warmth. It’s both invigorating and soothing.

Rinsing Off:
The salt dissolves away smoothly, leaving a silky veil of oil behind . no tightness, no squeak. Just softness.

Immediate After-Feel:
Like warm pottery…smooth, poreless, and incredibly touchable.
Plumped and supple: the oils absorb quickly leaving skin quenched but not greasy.
Cool-calmed: lavender’s anti-inflammatory magic leaves a gentle, relaxed sensation

Perfect for when you crave that “ahhh, I treated myself"*feeling

08/17/2025

The mornings begin to start off a little bit cooler and the sun starts to rise just a little bit later. The dog’s internal clock still persists that it’s 6 AM and It’s time to go outdoors. A light fog hovers over the wet grass. Within a blink, he is running through the yard. I look across and see the farmers corn. The stalks are nearly 9 foot tall. I’m taken back to a time in childhood of playing hide and go seek and just playing in the cornfields. It was so easy to get disoriented and lost, despite the straight rows. The sun would begin to set, the mosquitoes would appear, and it was time to go in for the night.
I whistle for the dog and he comes running to go in for his morning treat. Wet paws are wiped down with an old jacquard terry towel… one of Meme’s best hand towels from nearly 40 years ago. In her mint green bathroom, there always was a bar of lavender scented soap.

08/16/2025

I’m not sure how Apple Jack Black Tea tastes to you. But to me … it was a chore day. Picking apples from my grandparents trees. I set out with a wooden bushel basket and a wobbly metal wheelbarrow to the side yard. It wasn’t quite the romantic picture people create. It was a delicate dance to avoid the yellow jackets🐝. Most of the apples were not picture perfect. They were knotted and scarred. Sometimes you would pick one and it would be just right, and it felt like you won a prize. If not careful of your steps, a fallen apple already turning to vinegar would squish beneath your feet.
Pushing the wheelbarrow back to the house it tipped over, dumping the apples onto the ground. I grumbled words I wasn’t supposed to use and picked them up. I wished they would buy a better one, but I knew their budget wouldn’t allow for it. The full basket was heavy. One person would each take a side and carry it down the slanted hallway to the tiny kitchen. We would spend hours cutting off the bad spots and slicing the apples in a huge pot. The apples cooked with cinnamon and the house filled with the most delicious aroma. Oh that smell. Glass quart jars were filled and placed in the boiling water to seal. Each was carefully inspected before putting in the dark pantry. Delicious cinnamon apples were preserved for the year.

Fast forward many years to when I purchased my own home. My grandpa knocked on the door ‘grinning ear to ear’ I followed him to the car, popped the trunk and inside was the wobbly old wheelbarrow. He had put a new tire on it and given it a fresh coat of paint and it was mine now❤️.