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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  • Allium Trillium

    05.14.16 Walking through Anna’s neighborhood in Billings last week-end, she said, “Grandma, remember when we did…

  • Home in springtime

    05.12.16 May you have warm words on a cold evening, a full moon on a dark…

  • Lilac time

    05.04.16  Ah, lilacs.  And this year, first time in my nearly twenty years of living in…

  • Farewell April, Hello May

    05.01.16  It’s been looking like May flowers around town and everyone is saying that the greens…

  • Rising water

    04.27.16  The rising water has reached the end of our dock, which means in five more…

  • Change

    04.24.16 On Earth Day, the weather change came in with great drama, just before bedtime.  All…

  • Full moon morning

    04.21.16 “Beauty is a form of genius–is higher, indeed than genius, as it needs no explanation.…

  • Sweet dreams

    04.20.16  First day back from California and it’s warm and sunny enough to hang my sheets…

  • Daffodil days

    04.10.16 Daffodowndilly She wore her yellow sun-bonnet, She wore her greenest gown; She turned to the…

  • Morning has broken

    04.07.16  Oh what a beautiful morning!  The blue light reflected off the lake is the color…