23 July 2016

Gravel Bar View From West Broadway - Missoula, Montana

Looong evening walks offset the summer's ice cream indulgence, and send me treasure hunting for river poems.

"...Heed me and hear my loneliness. Split by a desire to be known 

by a crowd of solitaires and by one word split. 

A raven falls out of the yellow flame of a willow.

Its wings purely black buff sunlight. 

It paces the gravel bar, lifts into westerly sun. 

Wing flash. Black luster. Gone..."

- from The Word by Emily Warn

22 July 2016

Bolt And Bricks - Polson, Montana

"If I could only remember that the days were, not bricks to be laid row on row, to be built into a solid house, where one might dwell in safety and peace, but only food for the fires of the heart."

- Edmund Wilson (1895-1972)

21 July 2016

Moss And Timber - Garnet Ghost Town, Montana

"...Well quit of the world,
I framed a house of moss and timber,
called it a home,
and sat in the warm evenings
singing to myself as a man sings
when he knows there is
no one to hear..."

- from Poem of the Forgotten by John Haines (1924-2011)

A big "thank you" to word-weaver Will Nixon for sharing this cabin poem - and two others, including one of his own crafting - at his site.

20 July 2016

Wind-Tossed Sky Over Flathead Lake- Polson, Montana

"And yet these flying fountains of all the rivers of earth, these armed and thundering legions of the storm, that beat down the forests with hail and bury the mountains in snow, and flood the plains with water, go floating over us at vast heights with all their mighty magazines when all our philosophy would require them to sink to the earth."

19 July 2016

little library - Missoula, Montana

"[My parents] read to live, the way they also went to the beach, or ate delicious food. Reading was like breathing fresh ocean air, or like eating tomatoes from old man Grbac's garden...
My parents, and librarians along the way, taught me about the space between words; about the margins, where so many juicy moments of life and spirit and friendship could be found. In a library, you could find miracles and truth and you might find something that would make you laugh so hard that you get shushed, in the friendliest way."

18 July 2016

Pure Sugar - Missoula, Montana

""Back home they set fire to the canefield before they cut the cane. Burn away the leaves and rubbish so's they can press the cane to make sugar."

"Aye," Kate replied curiously. Where was this leading? 

"Life ain't nuthin' but a canefield. Sorrows burn away the trash. A person finds out what matters and what don't. What's left is the sweetness. Pressed out, boiled down, and purest crystal. One day, Miss Kate, you tastes the sugar and don't remember the ashes no more.""

-Miss Susan in Ashes Of Remembrance by Bodie & Brock Thoene, page 87

(Note to gentle readers: This is not what Def Leppard is singing about in "Pour Some Sugar On Me.")

17 July 2016

Perfect Little Cherry Pie - Polson, Montana

The perfect end to a lovely day at Polson's Main Street Flathead Cherry Festival: four people ahead of me in line did NOT buy the last two perfect little cherry pies! 
I was eyeing these little pies for much more than a tasty snack; they are my redemption plan for forgetting to buy Mrs.Wonderful's cinnamon rolls to take home to The Best Husband Ever and Darling Daughter. In my defense, Mrs. Wonderful's cinnamon rolls are rather distracting, especially hot out of the oven and the first thing you eat for the day. But I feel pretty confident in the peace-keeping power of these little pies - flaky crust, not-too-sweet filling, just-right size - what's not to love?!
And Mrs. Wonderful Marmalade Cafe  will be seeing us again on another morning.