Chill & Till Co.

How is it that we go from a beautiful sunny day — the kind where a girl can walk her houseplants (yes, I said what I said) — to waking up in a full‑blown icy 32‑degree morning. I mean, I know this is Chill & Till, but I absolutely did not mean that chill. Mother Nature really woke up and said, “Surprise! Character development.” Luckily, I’ve got plenty to keep me busy inside until the sun decides to stop being dramatic.

Yesterday I successfully moved my sprouts into self‑watering cups — ones I made myself, because you don’t always need to spend money when you’ve got creativity, stubbornness, and a recycling bin. And let me tell you… they are THRIVING. Capital‑T thriving. The amount of veggies I’ll be growing this year? I’m pretty sure I’ll be handing out produce baskets like I’m running a tiny, chaotic farmers market out of my kitchen. Give from what I grow — the way it was intended.

And honestly, tending to these little green babies does something to my spirit. There’s something healing about watching life push upward, even on cold days when everything else feels frozen. A bountiful garden feeds more than just the stomach — it feeds the soul. And the more my soul heals, the more light I have to share with others. It’s a beautiful cycle, even if the weather is out here acting like it’s confused about the season.

Since the cold has me trapped inside like a housebound woodland creature, I’m leaning into the cozy chaos. Cold days have a way of making the house feel extra warm — the kind of warm that makes you want to reorganize a drawer you forgot existed or start a project you absolutely did not plan for. It’s a dangerous kind of cozy, but I’m embracing it. Besides, my plants aren’t the only ones who need a little tending.

Before I go any further, let me just pause and say this: thank God for allowing me to wake up and enjoy another day. Cold, warm, messy, or magical — it’s still a blessing. Another chance to grow, to laugh, to plant something new, to try again. I don’t take that lightly. Every morning is a gift, even the frosty ones that make me question my life choices.

And speaking of gifts… if you’re into cooking, sharing recipes, or just love a good food moment, I’ve got a whole recipe page for my cook club. It’s called the Shared Spoon Collection, and it’s basically a cozy corner of the internet where we swap flavors, stories, and dishes that make life a little warmer. If that sounds like your kind of place, stop by and take a look — your taste buds will be very happy.

So while the weather sorts out whatever identity crisis it’s having, I’ll be right here doing what I do best: growing things, creating things, and finding joy in the little moments. Cold days don’t stop the purpose — they just redirect it indoors for a bit. And honestly, I’m okay with that. Because no matter what the sky is doing, I’m still here, still growing, still grateful, and still choosing to make something beautiful out of the hours I’ve been given.

So here’s to growing anyway — inside, outside, and everywhere in between.