This morning there is rain, a steady drumbeat against the corrugated tin roof, streams pouring out of gutter spouts and a grey mist blanketing the hills.  Yesterday afternoon the the impending cold front was palpable: the air still warm, but the wind stirring leaves from the trees and clouds slowly moving in across the sky.  Leaves crunched underfoot, releasing an earthy aroma of autumn into the air. Seasons change as we orbit once again around the sun. The weekend, however,

Weekends go by so fast.  This one was a good one.  Summer days in Montana, celebrating the best the season has to offer. Saturday began with a trip to the county fair, where two-day old Vietnamese potbellied pigs suckled or slept under the warmth of a heat lamp.  So tiny, so delicate, so clearly brand new to this world.  One tiny piglet awoke from his nap, stood up on spindly legs, tottered, and then gave a long, slow, delicious stretch.  A stretch worthy of any practiced yog

This past weekend, we had a one-day break in the rain.  There is nothing quite like feeling the sun on your skin after so many grey sky days.  Muscles sequentially relax–muscles you didn’t even realize were tense in the first instance.  Couple that with the bouquet of floral essences that hangs in the air after a rain, and it’s a little slice of heaven.  I’m pretty sure everyone in town took full advantage: hiking, biking, gardening, barbequing.  I joined them–going for a hik