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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  • Coup de Vent

    05.21.17 “You cannot stop time but only stretch it with the fabrics of attention and perception…

  • Springtime green

    05.16.17 When the sun is out, the prettiest yellow-green light of spring floods into the living…

  • Flower Moon

    05.12.17 It was one of those nights in which the light never went out.   Although…

  • ‘Everything is waiting for you’

    05.07.17 Tomorrow is my birthday.  Number 70.  That’s a big number, as I contemplate that I…

  • We’ve got company

    05.03.17 I was not paying close enough attention.  The nest was re-built while we were in…

  • Cassini

    04.27.17 We earthlings were in for quite a treat today when the spacecraft, Cassini, began sending…

  • Homecoming day

    04.23.17 What a grand homecoming it was on our first day back from California!  I think…

  • Quiet

    04.12.17 The Peace of Wild Things–Wendell Barry When despair grows in me and I wake in…

  • “4 Life!!!”

    04.10.17 We’re home from a quick week-end trip to Billings.  We had not seen our family there…

  • Farewell to March

    04.01.17 This was last evening–at 8:45 p.m.  One of my weather blogs predicted on Thursday:  “A…