An important internal journey is reflected all around us in nature each winter. Here in the Hudson Valley and Northeast, the trees may seem nearly lifeless, the landscape sullen, but within all that, quiet and important movements are indeed happening.
Read MoreOn an overcast Sunday in August, if you had beelined away from where the mighty Hudson kissed a sandy beach full of sunbathers, while children played, and swimmers ogled the show of cowboy jet skiers chopping and dashing at harsh angles on the water, you would have discovered a quieter world emerge.
Read MoreIt is March, and I’m feeling pressured to get my seeds into soil. Every year, I’m not sure if I’m a little too early or too late.
Read MoreA couple walked into Nectar, mid-December, Nat King Cole singing The Christmas Song, lights twinkling around the window displays of fancifully wrapped gifts, tables and furniture overflowing with items from all over the world.
Read MoreAt Nectar I witnessed relationship dynamics every day for 12 amazing years until I closed my last physical shop this past November.
Read MoreIn High Falls and other small towns of America, unlike the villages and cities of Europe, Latin America and elsewhere whose thoughtful and visionary urban planners integrated the town square or piazza as an essential priority for the health of a community and individuals, most Americans must make due with stores and restaurants, the workplace and places of activities like gyms and studios to gather, exchange wares and stories, validate one another, see and be seen.
Read MoreEnthusiastic, accessible, and deeply committed to what they are growing, the owners of Meso have elevated crafts to mainstream design with a conscience, and they have a lot to be proud of.
Read MoreI had a simple vision for our newest window display at Nectar for 2014; quince clipped from my snow-covered garden, their spindly, stark branches to be placed in a large vase on a beautiful hand-made dining table.
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