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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  • Sweet dreams

    07.27.18 Yesterday, the final day at the lake for our California family, some clouds settled about,…

  • Anna’s birthday

    07.17.18 It’s Anna’s twelfth birthday today.  For months, she’s said the only thing she wants to…

  • Full-on summer

    07.10.18 Right on cue, a big high pressure ridge formed over the Valley, and summer has…

  • Good morning, July

    07.01.18 “The serene philosophy of the pink rose is steadying.  Its fragrant, delicate petals open fully…

  • Flying into home

    06.28.18 I am always awake to hear the first flight go over our lake early in…

  • Summer Solstice 2018

    06.21.18 And, so the cycle continues.  The earth tilts on its axis, to the same degree…

  • Rainy Saturday

    06.17.18 Our vegetable garden is coming along well, with radishes and beans up, and we are…

  • Time to go home

    06.11.18 While we’ve been here in Billings, Carol was kind enough to go down to the…

  • Farewell to May

    05.31.18 “How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is…

  • Partly-sunny-and-sometimes-rainy-days

    05.24.18 In my birthday card, Rita wished me, “partly-sunny-and-sometimes-rainy days”.  And, my birthday month has been…