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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  • Suddenly it’s September

    09.01.20 August finished off in fine style. Sitting in a sling chair on the stones at…

  • Late August 2020

    08.26.20 The iPhoto program on my computer occasionally displays a photo from some file saying, “on…

  • Mornings

    08.18.20 After a week of chilly and very windy days, it’s summertime hot again.  Although we…

  • High Summer

    08.10.20 “Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire…

  • A quiet house

    08.02.20 Our house is now empty and quiet.  Val and the boys drove home to Berkeley…

  • Starshine

    07.15.20 I’d like a cup of starshine please mixed with milk and honey and when it…

  • “Invitation”

    07.07.20 It’s cold and rainy this morning and the winds are blowing in a passing low…

  • Moving along in June

    06.28.20 The Californians have been here two weeks now.  Our bubble has shrunk by two as…

  • Long summer days

    06.13.20 “Though it was past ten o’clock at night, the sky still clung to and retained…

  • June of 2020

    06.03.2020 I woke up at 5:30 a.m. on Sunday, having a dream that they were rearranging…