We are nearing the end of February, and in many ways this has become the month that feels most like coming home. It was around this time that I found the Grove – or perhaps the Grove found me – and something gently settled into place.

Here in the Grove, this season feels like a time of planning and quiet preparation, slowly turning toward the promise of spring. It holds a quiet anniversary of sorts – the moment I chose to step forward as myself, fully and without apology.
As the days begin to soften, I find myself reflecting on what this season has meant, a warm cup of tea in hand, noticing the subtle shifts all around.
And if you feel called, I hope you’ll join me here at the table – just as you are.

With warmth and tea,

Mae Everly Grove 🫖