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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  • In-between the rains

    10.20.16 As we move through week two of this “train of moisture”, even NOAA is getting…

  • Heart of Autumn

    10.16.16 NOAA says we have an atmospheric river over our heads, as Pacific storm systems roll…

  • “Say it ain’t so, Joe”

    10.11.16 This is too early!  The lawn furniture is still basking in the yard, hoping for…

  • In the woods

    10.06.16 We were in Sandpoint, Idaho last week-end for Don’s cyclocross races.  What a beautiful Fall…

  • Farewell Rosetta

    09.30.16 We took the boat out just before dinner yesterday.  Anytime, might be the last time,…

  • Swan Lake

    09.29.16 The drive home from the east side of the state takes us, eventually, six to…

  • Autumn is here

    09.22.16 There was Summer on one side, and then, at 8:21 a.m., there was Autumn on…

  • Early in September

    09.10.16 “One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach.” -Anne Morrow Lindbergh The major…

  • Coming on fast

    09.06.16 The furnace has been coming on the past few mornings and I’m lighting a candle…

  • Suddenly September

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