NOTES FROM THE STUDIO

June in Medicine Hat has one gear and it is hot. The pool comes out, the BBQ gets used, and the deck is where you end up.

Coffee in hand, husband beside me, no particular schedule. The first garden centre run of the year. We usually hit several because not everyone carries coleus.

May in Medicine Hat is a negotiation. The snow is gone, probably. You pack a sweater. You go. It snows anyway.

Fragrance is a way of telling stories without words. About place, memory, and the feeling of being at home in a space.

Candle wax carries more moral weight than it deserves, largely because it is one of the few places we feel able to draw a clean line.

I am grateful for the independent shops that stock Lunahrin. My candles sit beside their own beautiful goods and add a small piece of warmth.