Enga mellom fjella

44º at 4 o'clock; not in the mood to edit a poem.

44º at 4 o'clock and I'm so not in the mood to edit a poem.

I sit instead with a cup of Kenya, stab at the keyboard to see what happens.

I'm tired.

         Continued at: "Weary ..." 

I promised myself that I'd limit my angst in this blog.

The days are lengthening and there are more birds. Winter ends very very slowly in NW Montana. Justin, who works with fire-fighting crews, says we need more moisture or we face a potentially dry and fire filled Summer. The scorched area of Mt. Sentinel should be beautiful this spring though.

So ... no regular entry today.

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