Finding Home in Montana

“What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.” Crowfoot, Native American warrior and orator

Nemophilist

DSC_002501.11.13  The word today on the Otherwordly blog.  A noun, originally a Greek word, it translates to “a haunter of the woods; one who loves the forest and its beauty and solitude.”

I listened to a climate change scientist on the radio yesterday who said they have discovered trees share much of the same DNA of humans and animals, and I read in the newspaper that they have discovered evidence of flame retardants in trees which grow near urban environments.  After the snow slowed down, I admit, I became a nemophilist for a little while.

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