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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  • November’s Finale

    11.23.20 Here we are, Thanksgiving week. We’ve somehow managed to live with Covid for nine months…

  • One of those families…

    11.15.20 My brother died yesterday, alone with a nurse, in the Covid ICU unit at a…

  • A bit of calm

    11.11.20 After the long, stressful election week, a bit of calm settled over things. I popped…

  • Morning on Election Day

    11.03.20 The Peace of Wild Things, by Wendell Berry When despair for the world grows in…

  • Hanging on

    10.28.20 “When you get into a tight place and everything goes against you, till it seems…

  • Moving inside

    10.16.20 “October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived,…

  • Indian Summer

    10.09.20 NOAA weather discussion at the start of the week: .DISCUSSION…And the beat goes on, yet…

  • Light in Autumn

    10.01.2020 “I must say, it helps to be in a pandemic, having been self-isolating for many…

  • Autumn Equinox

    09.22.20 Today, the night is as long as the day. As autumn officially begins, we are…

  • Whiplash

    09.11.20 I had planned to write about the wild whiplash weather we had last week-end. About…