Seasons in the Stillroom- A Seasonal Archive

Seasons Remembered
A gathering place for stories past. Each scent, each bloom, each bundle—carried forward, never forgotten.
Seasons pass, but their stories remain.
A gathering place for stories past.
Each scent, each bloom, each bundle—
carried forward, never forgotten.

The Days Are Long
Sunlight lingers on the porch rail. Linen dries in the breeze. This seasonal page captured a summer of gentle chores and long afternoons—highlighting our Summer Sheets collection, loose herbal teas, and a quiet note from the farm as we prepared for a heartfelt move.


The Season Begins
The year began not in January, but with the soft bloom of daffodils and the first herbs gathered from the garden’s edge. This spring collection whispered of quiet awakenings—where violet-strewn stones and forgotten paths inspired our Where Violets Grow scent story. It included the limited-edition field guide and pressed violets, the first Briar & Bloom herbal sachets, and the now-retired Daffodil Scroll.
A drawer left open, a season softly begun.
🌸 A Drawer Left Open

Powdered Memories
Finely milled. Softly worn. Rooted in the stillroom tradition.
Each season brought a new scent—some faded, some floral, all remembered.
Dusting Powders · Limited Editions · Vintage Vanity Dishes
Soap & Water
Lathered at the washstand, wrapped in linen, perfumed with herb and flower.
Simple bars, seasonal stories—made for sinkside or soaking.
Washroom Soap · Powder & Soap Bundles · Scented Rituals
Wax & Flame
Poured by hand, steeped in story.
From beehive to tapers, from pinecones to prayers—candles to warm each season.
Beeswax Candles · Mini Tapers · Holiday Pinecones
Steeped & Sipped
Single herbs, carefully gathered.
Teas for clarity, comfort, or calm—rooted in the hedgerow and shared by the mug.
Loose Teas · Tea Accessories · Honeyed Additions

From Our Stillroom to Yours
A quiet return, a few petals, and a promise of what’s to come.Thank you for walking the seasons with us.

✤ A Stillroom for All Seasons
Spring blooms. Summer lingers. Autumn glows. Winter hushes.
And through it all, Lizzy Lane has remained—folding herbs, pouring wax, bottling memories.Our path may shift—new land, new light, a new window to work beside—but the heart of the stillroom stays.
Season by season, our shelves fill again. The linen is folded, the powders milled, the stories quietly shared.
We’ve always walked with the year. And we always will.
Here, the season carries on.