Leaves that should've detached in November are finally falling from trees. Spring is progressing with two steps forward and one step back. Can it really be? A green Montana?
I hope so. Missoula needs to spring back to life. Fall never quite happened, winter barely made a name for itself, employers have shut down, and the city as a whole feels out of sync. It's amazing - what a change of season will to do a place - or a person for that matter.
As ground thaws and I approach my year anniversary of Montana life I reflect on these seasons, and the ones ahead. I write little because I still have no clear path, though my heart is full and head dizzy weighing and pursuing options.
Winter has been pensive and searching. I'm not sure what else to catch you up on.
Overall though life is fine. I'm still serving coffee, singing to myself in the basement Monday-Friday and walking this beautiful landscape with the dogs every evening.
I hope spring is bringing fresh air to your life, and to give you a sunny update on mine soon =)
1 comment:
Good day PenMar AT/Montana Girl,
Look how beautiful you are! When I look at your picture where your hand is holding up your hair it looks like stain-glass.
You absolutely have to do something with picture taking that pays you money. Add your ability to write to it.
Sorry I have not written sooner, as you know life is busy, life is slow, but it it LIFE.
Hugs to you and Geronimo. :>)
Come on Spring!
Linda Lee
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