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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  • Yard work

    03.13.18 “March is a month of considerable frustration – it is so near spring and yet…

  • Forest Fire Season

    03.06.18 “States in the interior western United States, in particular, may be faced with large increases…

  • March has arrived

    03.02.18 The waterfowl refuge at the north end of the lake is officially closed now.  I…

  • Farewell February

    02.27.18 We’re coming out the other side of February.  Even as there are snow showers every…

  • Winter deer

    02.21.18 “Winter is a long, open time.  The nights are as dark as the end of…

  • Valentine’s Day

      02.15.18 It snowed all afternoon and evening–big, soft flakes which fell slowly and quietly, drifting…

  • Wishful thinking

    02.09.18 Hopes have been dashed.  The Arctic front had been forecasted, and all day yesterday we…

  • Candlemas

    02.04.18 Candlemas– Groundhog Day–came and went two days ago.  I think it was declared that there…

  • Winter nights

      01.30.18 The week-end New York Times had a piece, “A night that lasts for days”,…

  • Riding out January

    01.24.18 With a week to go, January will be over.  It feels like it’s moving along…