They dance

They dance

In snow. To welcome the new year. Side by side in their four step. Then a tango. No matter how cold, on hind legs or rolling one on top of the other. Bonded is too simple. They are embedded, enjoined, entrenched. Immune to the elements in their artistry. I am their...

A white holiday

A white holiday

Yesterday it was 50 degrees. Monday it will be below zero. Today I woke up to four inches of snow, just in time for it to stay through the holidays. Drummer isn't cold. The Pyrs are dancing outside. The Dachshunds are snuggled under the covers. I am by the fire with...

Take a walk in my back yard.

Take a walk in my back yard.

Just down the hill across the gulch. Pick a deer trail. Engulfed by ponderosa pine. Within seconds Drummer Boy runs to catch up. Stopping just before touching me. I'm in wilderness. If Benny is calm, so is Drummer Boy. The horse keeps his nose just behind my shoulder....

Seeing yourself in books

Seeing yourself in books

Imagine going to school and not seeing yourself. How would you form your own identity? Pictured is Sabrena Half.  Graduate of the College of Business, MSUB.  I am blessed to be her partner in creating Bakaate, LLC.  The mission of our little book...

A blanket returns

A blanket returns

Did I dream this life? A tremendous hearth made from canyon rocks climbs one wall of the home, burning wood and blowing heat. Magnificent big dogs play in the snow. Little ones tunnel under the covers to keep my feet warm. Hot chili. Cappuccino. Plentiful pantry and...

Will we grow old together?

Will we grow old together?

Until you are thirty and I am eighty. Will we walk the mountain trails on blue sky days?And breathe deep the pine and sage. Will we stand silent as we see storm clouds brew miles away?Trusting each other to find our way home.As our teeth grow long and hair turns...

One horse in the pasture

One horse in the pasture

Fall, winter and spring. We are his herd: the dogs, cats, and me. He has the run of the place to kick up his hooves. Too much grass to eat in the spring. He comes up to the house to sleep on the ground in soft grass or snow, unafraid. The Great Pyrenees are on guard....

Trust

Trust

Winnie wants to shadow her giant friend. Her protector. Her big pillow. Benny puts up with her. Even loves her. He would die for her.

The sky is red

The sky is red

Crow is on fire to the east. Thousands of acres are burning in the west. Benny stays on guard ready to sound the alarm. The trailer is hitched and ready to go. Smoke fills the canyon. This is fire season in Montana.