So, so, so much to enjoy this fall…





Turquoise rivers and orange foliage…









The last nasturtium…





Orange foliage reflecting off a river…










Full moon rising over orange fields…

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Shine the Divine

Taking Off…

We are back from our wonderful 11 day trip to visit the Grand Tetons and Yellowstone National Parks!  We had such an awesome trip, memories made, wonderful adventures had and beautiful sights seen.  A quick post from Oxbow Bend in the Tetons…


I am unsure of what type of bird this is…actually I haven’t even tried to look it up yet!  We’ve been busy trying to get unpacked and back in the groove of home life, so if you know what it is, please chime in!  We did enjoy watching it dive for goodies and resurface.IMG_4390 IMG_4394 IMG_4398 IMG_4410 IMG_4412 IMG_4413 IMG_4414 IMG_4416 IMG_4417 IMG_4418

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Beautiful Friday Evening…


“White Man’s Dog raised his eyes to the west and followed the Backbone of the World from north to south until he could pick out Chief Mountain. It stood apart from the other mountains, not as tall as some but strong, its square face a landmark to all who passed. But it was more than a landmark to the Pikunis, Kainahs and Siksikas, the three tribes of the Blackfeet, for it was on top of Chief Mountain that the blackhorn skull pillows of the great warriors still lay. On those skulls Eagle Head and Iron Breast had deamed their visions in the long-ago, and the animal helpers had made them strong in spirit and fortunate in war.”
(From Fools Crow by James Welch)

Chief Mountain is one of the most interesting peaks in Glacier National Park from three different perspectives; geological, historical and, of course, mountaineering.

The history of the mountain is as interesting as its geology. It is one of the earliest mountains in the area ever to be placed on a map, appearing as “King Mountain” on maps published in England in 1795 / 96. Meriwether Lewis observed the mountain on the Lewis and Clark Expedition and called it “Tower Mountain”. In 1854, a state survey referred to the mountain as “The Chief or King Mountain”. Some early German geographers dubbed it as “Kaiser Peak”.

The present day name of the mountain is appropriately taken from the original Blackfeet Indian names of “Old Chief” or “The Mountain -of-the-Chief”

Early Indian legends about the mountain involve braves ascending the peak and staying on the top in their “medicine vision” ritual. The most popular of these involves a Flathead Brave who risked not only the long journey from the west, but also discovery by Blackfeet who were not on friendly terms with the Flatheads. He is said to have carried with him to the top a bison skull that he used as a pillow during his stay. The first white men to climb the mountain in 1892 discovered a weathered bison skull on the summit. For more information visit here…


Rising to an elevation of 9, 080 ft, it is a spectacular mountain peak, especially when the Prairie Smoke is caught in the evening glow…


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20 years ago…

How can it be that 20 years ago today that we brought home this adorable little guy…

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We were young (16 and 18) and scared to death…

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Many, many people said we wouldn’t make it…Sawyer 29 5 Sawyer 29 8 Sawyer 31 20 Sawyer 31 17 Sawyer 28 1 IMG_2330 127-2737_IMG


(Reserve Champion market steer and Grand Champion Showmen)


(Shooting at Nationals for small bore pistol in 4H.)


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But, oh how love grows…


By the good grace of God.

Happy 20th birthday wishes to Sawyer!  We are so proud of the young man you are…

My Country ‘Tis of Thee

Happy 4th of July!

On this Independence Day weekend my thoughts turn again to the freedom bought in blood by my countrymen.  I am the beneficiary of past and present patriotism, men and women who valued freedom enough to lay down their lives to insure theirs and future generations would be free.  I think of those who courageously declared for themselves and a fledgling nation our independence by signing their names and pledging their lives and property to the cause of freedom.  I think of those who left to fight on foreign shores and never returned…I think of their families.  Families that have felt the cost of our freedom more acutely than I.  I think of those who upon surviving the battle  carry wounds of  body and the heart.  Those in private anguish that I could never understand.  These are heavy thoughts but essential thoughts. I will never appreciate fully the value of freedom until I understand the cost.  I have never served my country as a soldier and I may never be asked to lay down my life for the cause of liberty but God help me to value it as I should and grant me the courage that I too will stand for the cause of freedom on these shores and abroad.  I have, by the gracious providence of God, been born as a free American son.  By His graciousness and the Cross of Christ, I’ve been reborn as a child of God.  God help me to squander neither Liberty purchased by blood not my own.

My country tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died!
Land of the Pilgrim’s pride!
From every mountain side,
Let freedom ring!

My native country, thee,
Land of the noble free,
Thy name I love.
I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills;
My heart with rapture fills
Like that above.

Let music swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees
Sweet freedom’s song.
Let mortal tongues awake;
Let all that breathe partake;
Let rocks their silence break,
The sound prolong.

Our father’s God to, Thee,
Author of liberty,
To Thee we sing.
Long may our land be bright
With freedom’s holy light;
Protect us by Thy might,
Great God, our King!

The Housewife

The Verse-Book Of A Homely Woman, by Fay Inchfawn


The Housewife

See, I am cumbered, Lord,
   With serving, and with small vexa-
     tious things.
Upstairs, and down, my feet
Must hasten, sure and fleet.
So weary that I cannot heed Thy word;
So tired, I cannot now mount up with
I wrestle — how I wrestle! — through the
Nay, not with principalities, nor powers —
Dark spiritual foes of God’s and man’s —
But with antagonistic pots and pans:
With footmarks in the hall,
With smears upon the wall,
With doubtful ears, and small unwashen
And with a babe’s innumerable demands.

I toil with feverish haste, while tear-drops

(O, child of mine, be still. And listen —

At last, I laid aside
Important work, no other hands could do
So well (I thought), no skill contrive so
And with my heart’s door open — open
     wide —
With leisured feet, and idle hands, I sat.
I, foolish, fussy, blind as any bat,
Sat down to listen, and to learn. And lo,
My thousand tasks were done the better so.