09.19.15 What a morning it is! The kitties were waiting at the doorstep. The woods are quiet. The break of day takes my breath away. And it’s Saturday! Who doesn’t love Saturday–you never get over the promise of a grand day about to unfold.
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
Finding Home in Montana 
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