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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  • Making soup

    11.06.15 BEAUTIFUL Soup, so rich and green, Waiting in a hot tureen! Who for such dainties…

  • Goodbye, October

    11.04.15  Duncan and Anna designed and created their Fire and Ice costumes for Halloween, spending hours…

  • Back in port

    10.28.15  I am home again, after a quick week-end whirlwind trip to the Bay Area, to…

  • Dark

    10.20.15  It’s that time of year again.  Yesterday, it felt like this brilliant Fall season is…

  • Farewells

    10.15.15  We’ve been having a series of farewell dinners with our snowbird friends before they head…

  • Golden days

    10.13.15  The wind event did, indeed, strip the branches on the trees next to the water…

  • Sacred places

    10.11.15  It’s been quite awhile since I’ve walked to this spot at the head of the…

  • Falling colors

    10.09.15  I thought I might miss the gorgeous Fall colors, but we got home in time.…

  • “Try to remember, the kind of September…”

    10.07.15  Just home from California, tonight I listened to Josh Groban on PBS, singing from Stages,…

  • Almost October

    09.27.15  We leave tomorrow for California so October will come while I’m gone from home.  I…