On July 27th we left the house at 7:00 a.m. Destination? Yaak, Montana. Why? My husband wanted to return to the place where he’d spent the summer 49 years prior. What could possibly lure him back to the middle of no where, that many years later? Stay with me; it won’t disappoint. Fast forward to…
On Being Asked Whence Is the Flower ~May 1834 It isn’t May, and these aren’t rhodies, but they are beautiful. I had to share. Enjoy! The rest of the poem is at the end. This is where we sit each night, to regroup, share a meal, and always a few laughs. This is…