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

    12.21.19 “Where should I look to see signs of the solstice in nature?  Everywhere.  For all…

  • House at Pooh Corner

    12.14.19 Christopher Robin and I walked along Under branches lit up by the moon. Posing our…

  • December, 2019

    12.01.19 December is here.  It’s three degrees outside this morning, and we are in that brief…

  • A bluebird day in November

    11.23.19 I’m sure there have been sunny, cloudless days here late in the month of November,…

  • Moving through November

    11.15.19 “The house was very quiet, and the fog—we are in November now—pressed against the windows…

  • November

    11.02.19 Everybody said it was one of the coldest Halloweens they can remember.  It probably wasn’t,…

  • And the seasons they go round and round

    10.26.19 Golden days have lingered, since our return from the coast this past Monday.  I’ve witnessed…

  • October gold

    10.16.19 As we pass the mid-point of October, it has lived up to its golden promise,…

  • A visitor

    10.12.19 We’ve been the only vehicle on the lake, and then we had company one day…

  • Autumn light

    10.08.19 While sitting in the library last evening and watching the bad news of the day,…