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28 June 2016

Alive And Needed - Lolo, Montana

"Don’t ask what the world needs. 
Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. 
Because what the world needs is people who have come alive."

Howard Thurman (1899-1981)

27 June 2016

Hi-Line Freight Trains - Shelby, Montana


"Neither a wise man nor a brave man lies down on the tracks of history to wait for the train of the future to run over him."
 - Dwight D. Eisenhower (1890-1969)

26 June 2016

Paint-the-World Pots - Yellowstone National Park

"Dream delivers us to dream, 
and there is no end to illusion. 
Life is a train of moods 
like a string of beads, 
and, as we pass through them, 
they prove to be many-colored lenses 
which paint the world their own hue, and 
each shows only what lies in its focus. " 

- Ralph Waldo Emerson, from Essay ll, Experience 

25 June 2016

Slightly Closer To Canada - Near Ovando, Montana


"The closer you get to Canada, the more things'll eat your horse."
- Tom Logan in movie The Missouri Breaks 

(Fortunately, we don't have a horse to worry about on this trip to Canada, and the wildest creature we've seen thus far was a lone antelope standing uncharacteristically in the middle of the access road, looking like he was waiting for the school bus.)

23 June 2016

Lilies Blooming Where Transplanted - Missoula, Montana

In the last several years before my mum died, she shared lily and fritillaria bulbs to plant in the garden at my little Hamilton town cottage, where they still bloom gloriously and faithfully. After my move full-time to Missoula, Montana, several years back, I transplanted some of those bulbs to our Missoula yard, and then watched nervously each subsequent spring to see if they survived.  Yesterday, we were delighted to see the first lily blooms since the replanting. (Well, at least I was delighted; The Best Husband Ever was intent on washing our cars; his key observation was, "You better finish taking pictures now and move, or you're going to get wet.") 
This August marks ten years since my mum was herself transplanted, shall we say, to enjoy the beauties in Heaven's gardens. My heart is happy to again see in my front yard these living, blooming reminders of her gracious and giving nature.