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

Sailing away…

_DSC000804.03.13  Driving away, actually.  We won’t be home for three weeks which is a very long time for me.  Spring is bursting out during these record-breaking 55 degree days.  The barn swallows came back this week-end and the ospreys are expected any day now.  I always fret that I will miss everything, but, in truth, when I return, the leaves still won’t be out.  It all takes a long time and the spring rains will nourish the roots and buds and I’ll see it all when I get home.  Note to self:  “where ever you go, there you are.”

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