coffeeandwoodsmoke
clouds of winter (and oatmeal raisin cookies)
black rollers, waves tumbling in; poised to unleash onto the low-lying hills. two dozen birds, inky silhouettes burst from a tree and...
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coffeeandwoodsmoke
- Apr 21, 2019
- 2 min
rain and strawberries
Easter morning clouds swirl low over the mountains, encircling peaks in wreathing mist, tumbling down to the valley floor. The air heavy...
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coffeeandwoodsmoke
- Apr 9, 2019
- 2 min
weather report
The winter was so hard and cold, Froze ten feet ’neath the ground. — Grateful Dead, “Dire Wolf” The winter: Cold and long, even by north...
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coffeeandwoodsmoke
- Nov 9, 2018
- 3 min
in the company of wolves
“Only the mountain has lived long enough to listen objectively to the howl of a wolf.” — Aldo Leopold, Thinking Like a Mountain Soda...
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coffeeandwoodsmoke
- Oct 9, 2018
- 4 min
woodsmoke
Swing the axe In the hour before daylight Note the sparks That attend to the blade — Jeffrey Foucault, Dishes If I look over the top...
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coffeeandwoodsmoke
- Oct 2, 2018
- 4 min
good mom
She slowly emerges from the tall grasses at the lip of the crumbling fish ladder. Her head swings from side to side as she surveys the...
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coffeeandwoodsmoke
- Sep 25, 2018
- 2 min
beyond the country
If you keep driving: beyond the outskirts, past the horses and hay bales, to the far side of split rail fences and civilization. If you...
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coffeeandwoodsmoke
- Sep 18, 2018
- 3 min
town and country
Before I begin today’s post, I would like to extend a heartfelt thank you to those following my blog. Welcome to the world of coffee and...
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coffeeandwoodsmoke
- Sep 3, 2018
- 4 min
the old chokecherry tree (and raw apricot cheesecake)
An almost imperceptible shift in the light. A slant of golden, the earth’s turning reflected in sunflowers’ faces. The skies blue again...
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coffeeandwoodsmoke
- Mar 8, 2018
- 3 min
perpetual motion
Walking along an ice rink road riddled with puddles, there is a whisper in the air; an undercurrent. Spring is not here yet in the north...
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coffeeandwoodsmoke
- Nov 20, 2017
- 3 min
reflections on winter
In late October, I returned to Montana after a rather lengthy absence. I returned in time to see the last of the fall colors, ochers and...
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coffeeandwoodsmoke
- Apr 19, 2015
- 2 min
Song of the Sandhill
A trail runs along the creek in my neighborhood, and the dogs and I walk with its flow several times each day. One day this past week,...
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