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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  • August’s finale

    08.25.16 What changes have been in the skies this week!  Last Saturday was the most beautiful…

  • Full moon morning

    08.19.16  The Sturgeon Moon or the Grain Moon has been lighting up the dark outside my…

  • High Summer

    08.13.16 The sunflowers were rampant at the Farmer’s Market this morning.  I was convinced the delicate…

  • Snakes and snails and puppy dog tails!

    08.09.16 We had it all.  There were endless hours jumping off the dock, surfing behind the…

  • Backside of summer

    07.26.16 I looked at my bedside clock the other morning, at 4:06, and there was a…

  • The gloaming

    07.23.16 “The grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried…

  • Hammock days

    07.20.16 Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the…

  • Keeping warm

      07.17.16 We are now past the mid-point of July, but it was so chilly on…

  • Staying afloat

    07.10.16 There’s been such crushing news this week in our country with the latest rounds of…

  • 4th of July 2016

    The first 4th of July we had here at the lake was several years before we…