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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  • Winter Solstice 2015

    12.21.15  The longest night.  We walked out to the head of the lake at “sunset” which…

  • Then it snowed

    12.18.15  It started with a single flake in the beginning, and by morning, four inches or…

  • The Solstice is near

    12.15.15  What is it about the little houses and villages we decorate with at this time…

  • Back home to Christmas

    12.12.15.  It was 60 sunny degrees in Denver, and, despite the holiday decorations in my brother’s…

  • “Every morning…”

    12.06.15  After a solid week in which our valley has been under a dense inversion, the…

  • December comes

    12.03.15  “I shall see the springs, the summers, and the autumns slowly pass; and when Old…

  • Thanksgiving 2015

    11.29.15  We are fogged in this morning, dark, cold and still.  My Billings family drove away…

  • Home for the Holidays

    11.22.15  Everybody keeps saying that Thanksgiving is so late this year, although it’s always the fourth…

  • Sounds of home

    11.14.15  There have been high winds all week-long.  One of my favorite things to do, when…

  • What were the skies like this morning?

    11.10.15  When I started this blog, I talked about how I go out the kitchen pantry…