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

February Light

_DSC000102.07.13  Even while lying on the sofa, miserable day four of a bad cold, I rallied to grab my camera and capture the stripes of sunshine and blue vista out the windows to the lake.  We really are into February now.  Feeling better this morning, I went for a walk out to the head of the lake, loving the cold air on my sinuses.  The Canadian geese were everywhere, Spring beginning to stir on their wings.  And I heard the first sweet trilling of a red-wing blackbird over in the cat-tails.  The males have returned!  Soon they will be joined by the females, the robins, the cacophony of Spring sounds.  I actually had tears in my eyes at the miracle of it all–both Winter and my cold are fading away.

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