Notes From Montana

Rowan and I are in Montana for a week, where it is so astoundingly beautiful that God has graced it with clouds of mosquitoes and pollen to remind me that Montana is not Paradise. Otherwise I may have found it confusing. There is a porch dripping with flowers, a vast expanse of lush lawn, mountains for horizons, horses, cows, cowboys, tractors, creeks, grandmas, grandpas, uncles and bottle calves. Truly, a little boy and his mommy could ask for nothing more but the missing daddy, hard at work in Baltimore.

Of course I had every intention of writing extensively while here. But the hours have filled themselves. I am flying home tomorrow, brimming with thoughts about making a home, the country and the city, self-sufficiency and The Omnivore's Dilemma. Some of those thoughts may find their way here, once I am home and am no longer tempted by bonfires, gin and tonics, or sleepy afternoons on the porch. It will also help if we have internet access at home. Out of the last three weeks we have had about five days of access, and since our neighbor is kindly sharing there is not a whole lot we can do about it. So that's my excuse, and I find it a mighty handy one!

(Also, some lovely pictures of all the above can be seen here. My brother-yes, he takes a fine picture.)