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clouds of winter (and oatmeal raisin cookies)
black rollers, waves tumbling in; poised to unleash onto the low-lying hills. two dozen birds, inky silhouettes burst from a tree and...
coffeeandwoodsmoke
Jan 23, 20202 min read
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rain and strawberries
Easter morning clouds swirl low over the mountains, encircling peaks in wreathing mist, tumbling down to the valley floor. The air heavy...
coffeeandwoodsmoke
Apr 21, 20192 min read
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weather report
The winter was so hard and cold, Froze ten feet ’neath the ground. — Grateful Dead, “Dire Wolf” The winter: Cold and long, even by north...
coffeeandwoodsmoke
Apr 9, 20192 min read
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in the company of wolves
“Only the mountain has lived long enough to listen objectively to the howl of a wolf.” — Aldo Leopold, Thinking Like a Mountain Soda...
coffeeandwoodsmoke
Nov 9, 20183 min read
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woodsmoke
Swing the axe In the hour before daylight Note the sparks That attend to the blade — Jeffrey Foucault, Dishes If I look over the top...
coffeeandwoodsmoke
Oct 9, 20184 min read
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good mom
She slowly emerges from the tall grasses at the lip of the crumbling fish ladder. Her head swings from side to side as she surveys the...
coffeeandwoodsmoke
Oct 2, 20184 min read
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beyond the country
If you keep driving: beyond the outskirts, past the horses and hay bales, to the far side of split rail fences and civilization. If you...
coffeeandwoodsmoke
Sep 25, 20182 min read
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town and country
Before I begin today’s post, I would like to extend a heartfelt thank you to those following my blog. Welcome to the world of coffee and...
coffeeandwoodsmoke
Sep 18, 20183 min read
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the old chokecherry tree (and raw apricot cheesecake)
An almost imperceptible shift in the light. A slant of golden, the earth’s turning reflected in sunflowers’ faces. The skies blue again...
coffeeandwoodsmoke
Sep 3, 20184 min read
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perpetual motion
Walking along an ice rink road riddled with puddles, there is a whisper in the air; an undercurrent. Spring is not here yet in the north...
coffeeandwoodsmoke
Mar 8, 20183 min read
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reflections on winter
In late October, I returned to Montana after a rather lengthy absence. I returned in time to see the last of the fall colors, ochers and...
coffeeandwoodsmoke
Nov 20, 20173 min read
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Song of the Sandhill
A trail runs along the creek in my neighborhood, and the dogs and I walk with its flow several times each day. One day this past week,...
coffeeandwoodsmoke
Apr 19, 20152 min read
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