So, as I mentioned, I had been doing this process in my spare bedroom pre-kids, so I had the supplies in my basement when Quarantine 2020 hit. At the time I was pregnant with our third baby, with a 2 year old and 9 month old in the house. No studio. No space to get away to make art. I am insatiable in my need to create, so on our family walks I was collecting little bits of nature and bringing them home with me, just to bring some of the outside in, and I started playing with flowers. I had recently purchased a bunch of embroidery hoops in the hope of connecting with that art form (I didn't) but I did have a bag of encaustic, some flowers, and an artist's mindset, and that is how I came up with the idea to POUR the wax into the hoops, rather than painting with it. 
So it was pretty simple, really. When the boys napped I threw a drop-cloth on my kitchen table, set up the griddle and wax, laid down parchment paper and hoops and just placed the flowers we had collected on that day’s walk inside them and poured. It was meditation. It was equally calming and exciting. Every day I just tried something new, which is how I came to pour encaustic inside found frames, and playing with larger and larger hoops which led to more complex compositions than just one flower at a time. I started asking friends if they had flowers that held meaning to them, and creating small but thoughtful gifts during a time when we were all trying to support one another from afar. It gave me mental health stability during a time I really needed it, and that is why I constantly say that art is therapy because it is, no matter what it looks like!