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

St. Patrick’s Day

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03.17.13  It does NOT look like this inside my house today.  There is no sunshine out there–just leftover rain puddles and skiffs of snow from last night.  The tall pines at water’s edge are swaying back and forth against each other in the high winds.  They look agitated and the lake has an angry surf.  It’s only the middle of March, like it or not.

But, my table DID look like this last year on St. Patrick’s Day.  There are more and more robins on my morning runs and I spotted a pair of geese this morning on Johnson’s pond–it could be our returning couple.  The wild fires already happening in Colorado are making national news and Phoenix had a blistering 95 degree temperature this past week.

“Wherever you go, there you are.”  And here I am.

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