Thursday, April 28, 2011

Co-op Downtown

Maddy had art lessons at the Emerson downtown yesterday, so Kyra and I decided to check out our C0-0p's new downtown location. It is delightful...full of food created from both local organic farms and others in the Northwest. Let's face it, Montana winters are hardly conducive to growing food. We certainly depend on other regions for fruits and veggies. Anyway, I found myself quite delighted with the Co-op's sign.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011


     I was sitting (again) this morning, enjoying that first cup of coffee and reading in Ecclesiastes. (That Solomon...just a ray of sunshine, huh!)  I just happened to read this, "And a fool's voice is known by his many words."  Made me laugh out loud.  Since I am embarking on my blogging journey, I found that to be both fitting and amusing.  Maybe God wanted to remind me this morning that brevity is a virtue.

Monday, April 25, 2011

Thoughts of home

     I am sitting.  Sitting and waiting for my cup of tea to steep.  There are just days when I can't help but wonder,  "Why oh why do I live in Montana."  I try to love it here, really I do.  I admit to loving certain things about being here.  We've only to look out our windows to see incredibly beautiful, snow covered mountains. When the weather is nice in Montana, it is truly hard to beat.  There is nothing quite like a nice Montana summer day.  The difficulty for me is how few and far in between those nice days are.  *sigh*
     Recently returned home from an extended visit to South Texas, I realize that I am still a Texas girl at heart.  No matter how long I live in the Northwest, I love the lush green of the South.  Even the air is different--moist, heavy, and redolent of decaying greenery.  The live oaks are breathtaking, speaking to me of history and days gone by.  Wildflowers bloom all along the highways in the springtime...bluebonnets, Indian paintbrushes, buttercups.  Lovely fields of color all around.
     Life slows down when I get to my parent's house.  I am reminded of the preciousness of family and of the void in my life in Montana.  My kids love it there.  It's a place where they are loved completely and without conditions.  Family BBQ's and dinners are full of amazing home cookin'.  (After all, it's not a true Texas experience without BBQ, beans and cornbread and copious amounts of pie.)  Our family gatherings are loud and boisterous, full of laughter, stories, jokes and sometimes tears.
     So yes, I am still a Southern girl.  It is still home to me.  Maybe someday...

Just starting...

I've wanted to start a blog for a while now, but seemed to never be able to get past finding a name.  I managed to overcome that today, so off I go.  Now to figure out how to post pics, videos, links, etc etc etc.  I may be calling a couple of friends.

Anyway...Hello, Blogging World.