03Letter
From the shop floor
Dear neighbors,
The first frost came early this year, and so did the wool. This issue is mostly sweaters, candles and the people who make them, which is how autumn ought to be.
Nine years ago I took the keys to the old Larkspur Mercantile with a borrowed ladder and one box of mugs from Dana's kiln. Most of what's on the shelves still comes from within forty miles of this door, so when you buy a board from Gus or a notebook from Theo, the money stays in the valley.
Come in, even if it's only to warm your hands. Fig will meet you at the door.
Nell Sorensen
Owner, and the one behind the counter