The Art of Morning Gardening (and Other Sensible Priorities)

Do you ever have those mornings when the world starts asking things of you before coffee has even had a chance to introduce itself? Mine usually begin with my dogs deciding it’s time to get going. Darcie — all sixty pounds of Bernadoodle confidence — somehow manages to occupy the exact center of our king-size bed, while Bella, my nearly deaf Maltese, wanders the house like she’s looking for something she forgot sometime around 2009.

The to-do list is already awake. Emails are clearing their throats. Laundry is judging me from the corner. Everything is waiting, but sometimes, the most reasonable thing a woman can do is wrap herself in a robe, leave the rollers in her hair, pour a cup of coffee, and step into the garden like nothing else matters. — Because, for a moment, nothing else does.

This isn’t about productivity. It’s about preservation.There’s a quiet kind of sanity that happens when your hands are wrapped around a warm mug, your feet are near something growing, and the only decision you’re making is whether the flowers need water — or just moral support.

The garden doesn’t care what you didn’t finish yesterday. The coffee doesn’t judge your timeline. And laughter — especially the kind that comes from knowing you look ridiculous and doing it anyway — has a way of softening everything that felt sharp five minutes ago. We joke about misplaced priorities, but the truth is this: coffee, flowers, and humor are perfectly placed priorities. They steady us. They remind us who we are before the noise starts. They give overwhelmed women — moms, teachers, grandmothers, friends — a small, human moment to breathe before carrying on.

The emails will still be there. The chores will wait their turn. The world can manage without immediate perfection. But that first sip of coffee in the garden? That moment of peace? That quiet laugh at yourself? Those are the things that make the rest possible.

Honestly, this is exactly why we created our Coffee in the Garden™ gift boxes in the first place. Not because anyone needs more stuff — but because sometimes what we really need is a pause. A warm mug. A flower waiting its turn. A little humor that reminds us we’re allowed to start the day imperfectly. We wanted to bottle that moment — the one where coffee, flowers, and a quiet smile feel like enough — and share it with women who are carrying a lot, even when they don’t say it out loud.

Because if coffee, flowers, and laughter are the priorities for a few minutes… everything else can wait.

We joke about misplaced priorities, but the truth is this: coffee, flowers, and humor are perfectly placed priorities.