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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  • Mid-Summer

    07.18.17 It feels like mid-summer.  My sister wrote today, “it will be August before you know…

  • Home port

    7.14.17 After all these months, the sailboat is home to port.  Don and a friend spent…

  • Heat wave

    07.09.17 From the beach in Washington, as the cool Pacific breezes wafted over us, we read…

  • Halfway point

    06.27.17 Colleen and I did a bike ride on Saturday, through the sweetgrass scented prairie out…

  • Summer solstice 2017

    06.20.17 “Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting,…

  • ‘We’re not promised tomorrow’

    06.17.17 When I made reservations at the small hotel in Ketchum, Idaho, they asked if I…

  • For the birds!

    06.11.17 Even though the Strawberry Moon is the smallest full moon of the year, it has…

  • Rollercoaster

    06.06.17 The meteorologists are describing this period as a “rollercoaster” week.  Despite the fact they are…

  • Hello June

    06.01.17 We’ve already pushed to the far side of lilac season and now the peonies are…

  • Zephyr Wind

    05.25.17 I know it’s not true, but I often wonder if the Universe sometimes just wants…