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I’ve had this little gray squirrel (Sciurus carolinensis) skull laying around since last summer; it came from a squirrel who met an unfortunate end on the road in front of my friend’s house.
And now that it’s been almost a whole entire year since I got it, I figured it was finally time to paint it.
If you’ve never seen my painted skulls before, you can see the coyote, the deer, and the beaver skulls in these posts!



you can watch a YouTube short of this project here
Of Wildflowers
When I was young,
I heard so much about being
a child/man/woman of God
but then I grew up and all
I ever wanted
was to be of wildflowers,
of willow, toad, and bone,
of swallowtails, sow thistle
and cedar, of birds.
J. Sullivan


I’ve discovered a new project, a way to use all of the scraps of denim that I’ve been saving! If you remember these cute denim bags that I made, you may remember that I made my own patches to sew onto their flaps. This made me think…couldn’t I create my own patches for (and of) anything with this same method??
The answer, of course, is yes.
And after seeing a few inspirational photos on Pinterest, I had a ✨vision✨
BUGS.
(because I’m clearly still firmly in my bug era)


I thought it was kind of a nice synchronicity that I made these right around the time that Noah Kahn came out with his new album The Great Divide: The Last Of The Bugs. I really think some Noah fans should find and appreciate my work
These came out exactly how I imagined, but better.
If you don’t know how to sew, you can now buy these in my Etsy shop!
If you do know how to sew, and you’re interested in making some of your own, here’s how I did it.
April and May have been a blur of flowers, birds, hard work, and poison ivy.
As mentioned in a previous post, we’ve been doing some pretty extreme work on our property, so here’s a collection of photos from the last two months.



Mom finally brought the poetry magnets back out, so our fridge is currently full of them
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Wendell Berry



If you found yourself wondering if I’d skipped Easter, the answer is yes, and also no.
I didn’t do anything to celebrate (if I remember correctly, my family and I didn’t even wish each other a happy Easter on the actual day), which is a very common occurrence for holidays these days, but it’s also kinda weird when I think about it, because Easter used to be a really big holiday in our family.
Not because we’ve ever been religious (we have not), but it was always a day that my family and extended family celebrated together.

7-year-old Jordan Rae searching out chocolate in my Disney princess pajamas
Living in New England, I think that March might be the most dramatic month of the whole year.
On the third of March we went “hiking” and ended up clumsily tripping through three feet of snow, but by the end of the month the ground was clear, and flowers were blooming.
You can watch my 60-second March wrap here!


March 3rd, we definitely underestimated how much snow would still be at our local park; watch my spring vlog here!