Foggy Mountain Flowers

04/26/2026

02/05/2026

Today I made my way out to the stand for the first time in 2026. The start of this year has felt heavy, and it’s been hard to make sense of everything unfolding in our world. But this morning, I pulled out my notebook and began dreaming up garden plans for spring.

Gardens are inherently hopeful. We hope the seeds will sprout and the rain will come. We speak quiet blessings over our efforts, trusting that growth will be strong and resilient—that the sun will shine down on our small patch of earth and coax new life from it. That simple act of garden dreaming offered the glimmer of light I needed to step into the chilly air and begin some long-overdue chores.

I cleared away the remnants of Christmas and swept out the pine needles. I placed new treasures on the shelves and strung fairy lights to bring a soft glow to these long winter evenings. I gently set out handmade Valentines and filled the shelves with treats, and by the time I left, my heart felt lighter.

Thank you for your grace during our quiet weeks. We hope you’ll stop by soon—whether to find a little treasure for someone you love or simply to soak in the hope that comes with change. When we don’t know how to make the world better, the best thing we can do is show love to the person right in front of us.

Happy February, friends. 🤍

11/19/2025

Coming soon to Foggy Mountain ❤️🤍❤️🤍

These beauties are engraved by my sweet friend. I love the gorgeous colors and perfect details✨

10/29/2025

We had a bit of wind damage to the unfinished part of the stand so we have been out of commission for a few days. We will be open again this weekend. Thank you for all of your support! 💙

09/18/2025

Transitions have always been hard for me. Even the smallest ones; like the shift required to put my book down at night and relax into sleep. Even when I know my body is craving rest.

I have struggled to let go of things no longer meant for me. Goodbyes still cause a dull ache in my chest and bring with them a prickle of tears. I often find myself pushing these sensations away, a silly attempt to pretend that I don’t feel. As though somehow this means I am brave or strong.

When I was young, I would rail against endings, certain that I knew best. Now, while I feel the weight of endings, I have learned that they also mean something will begin. The in between - the liminal space can be hard but also beautiful…it can bring the healing necessary to fully enter what comes next.

Whatever this moment in life is like for you, I hope that the sunshine brings you joy. if this season’s end feels heavy, I hope the beauty of what is just ahead is a salve for your heart. If this time is a joyful one in your world, I hope you soak up every morsel.

Happy September, friends.
Cheers to this beautiful transition.

Stephanie 💛

09/10/2025

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09/05/2025

September is here….gifting us with the beauty of summer’s final sunsets & autumn’s first hellos 🍁.

There are so many fresh & delicious treasures in the stand this weekend. Soak up the joy of summer’s wild and beautiful end and bask in the excitement of something new 🍂🍁. Happy Friday, friends.

Much love,
Foggy Mountain 🧡