I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?
Then there’s a pair of us!
Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know!
How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog –
To tell one’s name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!
a simple living blog
of all the mountain ranges i pass repeatedly here in montana, the missions are the ones that stick out the most. every time i see them i think for a moment of what it must be like for visitors here to see them for the first time. they appear after you crest a long hill on highway 93 like a slap in the face- you know, one that mellows you out after a bout of hysteria.
to anyone taking this route to kalispell, i highly recommend taking MT-35 through bigfork. the drive along flathead lake is unbeatable.
i love summer. i have always loved summer. it is a time of freshness, of breezes that kiss rather than bite, of the warm evergreen scent rolling down the hills. growing up in montana i learned that summer was a precious time of year. it is june, we just had a brilliant warm solstice, and it’s been overcast and cloudy. but today i got the itch to be out with my fingers in the dirt. so i went to where the old garden used to be and dug a compost patch. our old one was never properly supervised and was never turned or anything, so it is mushy with grass growing all over it. i want a compost patch now that i’m eating more fresh fruits and vegetables. i hate wasting anything, and composting is so rewarding.
i also planted things.
i am just so interested these days in how things grow, how they live and create and expand cellularly. i found an old dried sunflower head and planted the seeds in the red pot. the blue pot got basil/marjoram/fennel/dill mix. and an old yogurt container has a dandelion, that i am going to grow in my windowsill. dandelions are so unfortunately typecast in the weed category. the roots make an excellent flour, the leaves are full of vitamins and nutrients, and the flowers are delicious when fried or made into syrup or wine. i dug in the dirt, breathed in the wet musty smell. it is a beautiful june day in montana. the poppies are still blooming and the bees are busy in them.
and the world is in bloom today.
for the first time in over a year, i felt wholly infused with happiness today. everything has been beautiful and i am at peace.