It’s the end of May and the beginning of a hot day. I trudge up the hill, next to a four wire barbed wire fence. The hawthorne and chokecherry bushes are blooming by the masses. Their creamy white blossoms create a misty haze where the bushes grow on the hillsides and along the creek bottoms. The blossom-scent waffles on the air; a faint, sweet wash into my lungs. I can almost wrap myself in its creamy lace-shawl warmth. Today I am checking the south fence of the horse pasture. After a long, cold winter with snowbanks that buried fences in…
Category: Spring
Alive
In a thicket of thorn apple trees, a single tree-twig of a chokecherry tree unfurled its leaves. The first leaves I have seen this spring! They are green and rimmed with red. This little twig-tree, as tall as a medium sized cat, stands proud, there in its little clearing. After the long winter we’ve had in north central Montana, this little twig-tree is a sight for sore eyes, indeed. Winter has ended (I hope), and spring begun all in one day, it seems. Snow banks still hang out in the low places where snow piled up deep. The land looks…