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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  • Reprieve

      11.12.17 “I like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is…

  • Settling into November

    11.09.17 We’ve been home nearly a week now and have yet to see the sun.  Our…

  • November?

    11.04.17 “November is usually such a disagreeable month…as if the year had suddenly found out she…

  • October good-bye

    10.26.17 We are off, on our trip to Oregon and a cottage by the sea.  It…

  • Fall, falling, fallen

    10.22.17 We had a big wind event last Tuesday, and the power went out just as…

  • Sunday drive

    10.17.17 I’m old enough to be part of the generation which used to go on “Sunday…

  • Autumn winds

    10.10.17 “Come said the wind to the leaves one day, Come o’re the meadows and we…

  • Shine on

    10.06.17 October is delivering her promise in this first week.   After a good soaking of…

  • “It is kind of sad.”

    09.29.17 This was the opening statement yesterday on the Cliff Mass Weather and Climate blog, out…

  • September’s decline

    “There is no need to bewail the declining years.  Autumn is a glorious season in its…