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

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  • April’s midpoint

    04.14.19 I was in Denver a few days ago, and flew out just after their latest…

  • Violets

    04.05.19 “The first wild-flower of the year is like land after sea.” –Thomas Wentworth Higginson in…

  • Open water

    03.29.19 We are coming to the end of March and things are slowly changing.   The…

  • Spring!

    03.22.19 Don got home, the cat came back, and we just passed the mid-point between the…

  • Comings and goings

    03.17.19 I have come back to home.  The lake is still frozen solid, and while the…

  • Frozen

    03.04.19 “What else can we say but it is really cold for early March; record levels.”…

  • Waiting for winter’s end

    0.28.19 “Winter collapsed on us that year.  It knelt, exhausted, and stayed.”  Emily Fridlund, History of Wolves.…

  • The color of snow

    02.22.19 Yesterday was the clearest, sharpest, bluest sky of all the winter days.  Everybody was talking…

  • Broken record

    02.19.19 “It seems like a broken record with continued chances for snow.  Expect day-time highs to…

  • Snow, snow, snow…

    02.13.19 We survived the Idaho passes to and from Spokane, and made it safely home.  Arriving…