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09 July 2020

Daisy Face - Missoula, Montana


(Always a smile at the delightful daisy-face example of Fibonacci numbers!)

“The night was so very still that one should have been able to hear the whisper of roses in blossom - the laughter of daisies - the piping of grasses….”  - L.M. Montgomery (1874-1942), in Anne of the Island

07 July 2020

Future Food - Hamilton, Montana

Wee world within a world! 
While not quite as small as Who-ville, the intricacy within this blossom (pepper or perhaps tomatillo?) was delightfully diverting during our wait on Fiesta en Jalisco's patio in Hamilton, Montana. (Plus we loved the owner's creativity in nestling veggie plants in the same planter as summer flowers.)

04 July 2020

Quiet Fourth of July - Butte, Montana

"Ladies and gentlemen: I little thought that when the boys woke me with their noise this morning that I should be called upon to add to their noise. But I promise not to keep you long. You have heard all there is to hear on the subject, the evidence is all in and all I have to do is to sum up the evidence and deliver the verdict. You have heard the Declaration of Independence with its majestic ending.... You have heard the history of the nation .... All I have to do is to add the verdict, which is all that can be added, and that is, 'It is a successful day.' " - Samuel L. Clemens (aka Mark Twain, 1835-1910), at 1886 celebration in Keokuk, Iowa 

02 July 2020

Roadside Morning Glory - Missoula, Montana


Such a world of wonder in the small faces of these wandering weed blooms, each no bigger than a 25-cent coin. 
It's like a miniature iris crossed with a petunia and flung profligately along the roadside!
Pause, bend low, gaze deeply…
(& here’s hoping the un-bending is not a tricky navigation!)

01 July 2020

Mountain Medicine - Anaconda-Pintler Scenic Highway, Montana

”The doctor pressed her hand once more and hurried on his way. But Heidi remained standing in the same spot, waving until he seemed like a mere speck in the distance. When he turned around for the last time to look at her , he said softly to himself, 'It is good to be on the mountain. Body and soul get well, and life is happy again.'  - from Heidi, page 199, by Johanna Spyri (1827-1901)