The Sweetest Season of All
Spring’s Warm Welcome in Burlington
Saturday, April 19, 2025
Good morning, dearest friends,
There’s something about Easter weekend in Burlington that feels like a soft exhale from the soul. The air is warm and full of possibility—so warm, in fact, that I had to open all the windows this morning just to let the breeze whisper through the lace curtains. The birds seem to be in unusually fine form, singing with the kind of jubilant enthusiasm I’ve only ever heard in springtime hymns.
I daresay it feels like the kind of day when anything might happen.
Perhaps that’s why I took my coffee out to the garden before the sun was fully awake. Beau followed closely behind, nose in every tulip bed, tail wagging with the kind of purpose only a pup on a spring morning can muster. I sat quietly, sipping, listening, dreaming—and thinking of you.
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You see, it’s been a little while since we’ve written. Life has a way of sweeping us up into its tide, doesn’t it? But oh, how I’ve missed our little letters. So I thought today we might sit for a proper visit.
The town is abuzz this weekend. Children are sure to be stepping out in pastel outfits, and there’s talk of Easter egg hunts tucked away in green corners of the city, and even a festival just for our four-legged friends, where the pups wear bowties and the people sip lemonade. Only in Burlington.
If you happen to be out and about, you must pop into Antiques Market on High and peek at our little Bathing Buff bookcase—Bookcase 54, as you may know it by now. Our teacup candles, which have been warming the shelves since April 1st, received a little extra love this morning in our Facebook post. Each one is nestled in the daintiest of vintage cups and poured with intention. Lavender & Honey, Enchanted Garden, Lemon Berry Sorbet—each scent is like a tiny memory, waiting to be sparked. They’re meant for the quiet hour, the winding down, the moment between springtime errands and settling in.
Of course, you’ll still find a few of our soft, spring-like soaps as well. Sunset Grove, with its whisper of sugared fruit and pink blossoms, and Cherry Blossom Kiss, delicate and romantic, both still have a few bars remaining. I’ve arranged them so they catch the morning light just right.
The truth is, friends, I love spring not just for its blooms and breezes, but because it invites us to begin again. To return to the things that make our hearts light. To gather. To celebrate. To bloom.
And so, from my little corner of the world to yours, I wish you the sweetest weekend—full of sun on your shoulders, good company, and just enough chocolate to call it a holiday.
Yours in fragrance,
Miss Buffington
