heart shaped skirt and a squirrel

"Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness."  -Herman Hesse 

We took these photographs in Edworthy Park. The wind was silent and nobody was around except for me, Carter, and one curious fur ball named squirrel. We watched him climb from tree to tree, breaking off branches, and trying in his best way to reach us. He had no interest in the kernels from trees, only in making his heart beat as fast as his little paws. I kept moving farther and farther away from him, certain that he just wanted to rumple my hair. He kept moving closer and closer

I do love animals but I don't come to the forest to play with them. I am merely a temporary transportation unit, a visitor in their home, an "I-am-only-here-to-look" kind of girl. I don't need to greet them with any snacks or hand gestures in order to love them. I think I learned my lesson when a moose chased me in a thick brush of snow when I was 13. I got too close to him and soon after I was running for my life.

Besides the squirrel, everything was eerily quiet. The only sounds were occasional camera clicks and the whistling of railway cars. 

WEARING {sweet beige heart skirt: sheinside sponsor // lace rivet high shoes: oasap sponsor // white blouse: value village $5 // pink flowers: h&m $5 // faux fur vest: blue notes $15}

The last day in Kalispell

I rose early, combed through the knots in my hair, decided on a warm soapy shower, everything felt right.  I marveled at the heated floors in the bathroom -- wouldn't it be nice to have these at home? It was like having a little oven for your feet. (minus the cooking part.)

I thought my day was going to be a beautiful dream. We were going to take pictures in the park. We were going to watch the ducks there. We were going to spend our American money in a thrift store. When it was all over, we were going to drive that long beautiful road home.

And then a storm brewed in...
I was carrying luggage into the car when I heard my brother yell "there's dog poop all over the carpet!" I kind of chuckled at first before realizing my brother wasn't joking. There really was dog poop all over the carpet. I lifted my boot only to discover that I was the person who stepped in it. To put it briefly, everybody was grouchy and mad at me. 

I started to cry. It was one of those cries where everything hurts. Your fingers, your teeth, even your baby toe cramps up and makes you feel hopeless.  My tears weren't even salty or soft, they were hard and bitter like an apple falling on your head. I was crying because I stepped on dog poop. It seems like fiction now, why on earth would somebody cry because of that?

I ran across the road with tears in my eyes. The waterworks made everything look like a bundle of stars. Carter ran after me and we walked together.

Then we came upon the lake (it felt more like the lake came upon us..) There was a mural with sculpted clay, hand painted sentences and little fragments of a daydream. I couldn't help but burst into laughter and think to myself how a funny thing like life lessons can be disguised in something like dog poop. 

floral vintage dress; mama stone vintage $40 | tights; teja jamilla etsy| leather lace up boots; western outdoor in Montana $110 | straw hat; spring $10


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Day two in Kalispell.

On day two in Kalispell, we visited Flathead lake.
In the morning, a golden line of sun came through our window. I laid my head against the bed springs, feeling like a little baby in a cradle. It was the first time in months I felt cozy enough to deeply deeply sleep and sweetly sweetly dream.
We decided to have IHOP for breakfast before driving to the lake. I ordered hot potato soup and the rest of the family requested breakfast-y items. I don't remember who but somebody ordered a strawberry waffle and it tasted just like cheesecake. (yum!)  On the drive to the lake, there were big trees that separated the road from the wilderness. They bloomed in Autumn colors like diamonds on a tree stump.

When we arrived, the air was soft and smelled like pine. I could feel tiny goosebumps traveling between my arm hairs, not because of wind or frozen air, it was the beauty of the lake that made me shiver. We didn't stay for long, but there was just enough time to look at pine cones and hike the trails with our dogs.

There is something in me that wants to feel like I can return to Flathead lake whenever I want just by closing my eyes.
we returned home (our temporary home) to a bottle of red wine and two tired puppy dogs.

floral vintage dress; value village $5 | socks; Ozone Socks sponsor | leather lace up boots; western outdoor in Montana $110  straw hat; spring $10
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