This is the time of year when the seasons of garden experiments with xeric and hardy perennials and avoidance of garden chemicals begin to payoff. The many birds, and butterflies and, within the span of ten minutes, bumble bees and a hummingbird sipping on my Nepeta "Walker's Low" Catmint.
Night #85 in my Oda
After a glorious night of sleeping to the rushing Rock Creek just outside my camper window, the blue skies and the Beartooth Pass beckoned...a few skiers jumped into the back of the truck to return to the top of the snow fields ...their faces glowing with excitement in the sun... at the MT/WYO line (as far as we could go) the snow pure and brilliant after recent snowfall, no sign of the pink algae that blooms on it later in the summer.... and then down to Silver Run where I was treated to blooming pasque flowers, which, for several years, I have missed.
Night # 84 in “Oda”, my T@B camper
Thursday at Hogan and Luce Lakes in Wyoming. I come for the bird song, the wildflowers and the expansive views. Steve for the fishing. We both relish strolling lakeside after the sun sets behind the Absarokas, the primroses glowing like moonlight, a pair of osprey fishing from the tree in front of us, waiting for the stars to come out, so many stars to see, without any visible human caused light.
Dinner tonight - wild morels and asparagus courtesy of my hunter-gatherer husband! Using local honey and tarragon, thyme and mint from my garden tonight.
Voluptuous lilacs from my yard - brought in before another round of cold, wetness - fill vases and spread their scent across my home.
A 24 hour respite ... snow crystals slowly melt ... my sundry tensions, built up over this long, long winter, release and join the downstream flow... frozen barriers to my favorite mountain waterfalls, creeks, lakes and vistas continue to recede under the longer days of warm, brilliant skies ... I breathe in the spring and light and lightness... I smile and anticipate my sweet reunions with these high altitude havens which feed my soul
On this Spring Equinox, I walk while listening to Louise Erdrich’s “Plague of Doves,” in which she describes, and I experience, the snow giving way, unveiling the blond grasses and black branches under blue skies. I am grateful for the warmth and expansive views and promise of wildflowers.
Finally. A ski day. Powder. Cloud shadows dancing on the flats beyond the Palisades. Bits of sunshine and skiing in clouds making more powder.
A week and a half ago, I was asked to step in to teach a gallery professional practices course and run the university gallery for a friend and professor who is on leave. I had a shell of a syllabus, but needed more content. I reached out to my colleagues at Tfap At Rutgers (The Feminist Art Project), Northern California Women's Caucus for Art (NCWCA)and the staff at MSU Billings Art Department. My inbox was soon flooded with encouragement, and resources and articles and books and syllabi. During the same time frame, we installed Jennifer French's beautiful and haunting exhibition in the gallery and put on a successful opening reception. My student gallery assistants were/are so professional and smart and helpful and intuitive. This generosity of human spirit supported me as I navigated the last minute unknowns. In particular, I am grateful to Karen Gutfreund, Priscilla Otani, Patricia Vettel-Becker, Jodi Lightner, Keeara Rhoades, Rachel Epp Buller, Morgan Syring, Terri Porta, Angel Shandy. Mara Pierce, Mark Earnhardt, Rebecca Summers, Nancy Zastudil, Anne Swartz, Brenda Oelbaum, Valerie Garlick, and Elizabeth Bilyeu, Aaron Rosen, Patrick Williams and our Master of Flowers Paul Rudolph. These are the places where the world is so good.
My beautiful daughter-in-law's beautiful violin with her beautiful harpist friend Elizabeth Steiner
Vaughan Williams- Lark Ascending Arr. Violin + Harp
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