A particular softness is in the air this week. Just enough to leave the windows open overnight. The seedlings at the garden are finally making progress after the rainy days of late April…

April is always such a busy time, our energy rises with the blossoming of the natural world outside, which can be both invigorating and a little overwhelming.

After what could hardly be considered a winter, spring has arrived in the city a little ahead of schedule. The seasonal transition is always such a delicate time.

May is such a beautiful month here in the city. Flowers everywhere! I couldn’t resist adding more spring-themed vintage treasures to the shop to celebrate…

April brought the native spring ephemeral beds into bloom at the garden, and found me reading a fascinating book about scent, returning to some beloved rituals…

A delight to finally see the first signs of spring in the garden, just as my winter paperwhites were on their way out at the studio.

It is such a joy to see our little collection of native spring ephemerals return each year, sprightlier and more established in their places than the year before. The habitat we've created here in the heart of New York City truly feels like a tiny sylvan paradise.

Perhaps you've been dreaming of the gardening season ahead, too? In the last week or so, I've been sorting through seeds left over from last year and seeds collected from our native plant collection at 6&B in the autumn…

Chilly days are a perfectly natural part of springtime in New York City. All the better to dream and scheme about the year ahead with a cup of tea in hand.

We happily spent a few hours beneath the cherry blossoms this week. The garden is just bursting with life and many of the spring ephemerals are in their fleeting, gorgeous prime.

Finally the time feels right. The precise moment where the spirit of one season gives way to the next isn't always neatly aligned with the calendar, and until this week, the spirit of Spring has felt just beyond my grasp.

Spring is taking its sweet time here in the Northeast this year. Even on the cusp of May, I'm hunkered down in my studio with my Icelandic sweater and a cup of hot tea, though I know we'll be longing for cooler days again soon enough.