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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  • Midpoint in January

    01.14.18 “I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so…

  • January thawing

        01.09.17 It was so beautiful yesterday afternoon.  Sunshine melted the morning’s fog, puddles of…

  • Staying in season

    01.04.18 The Christmas undecorating is complete.  I was undecided about what to do with our perfectly…

  • Light in the snow

    12.30.17 Another big snowstorm hit the house, just as the families began their treks home yesterday.…

  • Christmas 2017

      Christmas in the Heart–by Paul Laurence Dunbar The snow lies deep upon the ground, And…

  • Let the games begin!

    12.21.17 The California grandkids arrived in a major snowstorm.  They are the only people in the…

  • l’ Heure Bleue

    12.15.17 “Does it not seem to you at times, when Twilight walks through the house ,…

  • Home for Christmas

    12.11.17 Finally, at last, I am home, settling in for Christmas.  It was a fun trip…

  • Swans

    11.30.17 Tomorrow, it will be December.   Our late November weather has been so atypical with…

  • Thanksgiving 2017

    11.22.17 ‘Over the river and through the woods, from grandmother’s house we go…” We’ve just touched…