Loves! I’m waving from here as I gather my bags to depart for more multi-day, multi-stop travel across Montana

Sometimes, that’s how life is, haphazard and untamed, a cowlick that won’t be slicked. There’s work and travel, then travel again, and spring’s come and weeds have, too

Two burly days, heaved with heat, came out of nowhere and broke the back of winter. From knee-deep to bare ground over a handful of following days, the landscape collapsed in a time lapse of melting snow.

Quite simply, it’s hyacinth and grape hyacinth bulbs, jumbled together and forced to life in a tray of watery pebbles. Quite remarkably, it’s an experience that’s changed my life. 

Gracious, there’s something about late winter and early spring that makes us want to shake things out and freshen things up in our homes

It feels good to ground myself again. To dig in and settle. To plant something.

There’s that whoosh of relief and exultant euphoria when you’re able to finally deliver that thing you’ve been quietly nurturing for so long.

It’s just beginning to lighten into a cloud-covered, gently snowing day. I’m watching a small bunch of deer playfully skitter

Spring’s eyelids are beginning to flutter in her sleep. Just over two weeks from now, the calendar says she’ll arrive

It felt so extravagant sitting there in the window seat padded with cushions, a cup of tea in hand.