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That first night, I tried to remember all I had learned but the details were lost. What I do remember is the gnarled, gray twisted bark of the whitebark pine: a representation of strife, turmoil, and persistence.
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BU PODCAST'IN DİĞER BÖLÜMLERİ
The first oceans I explored as a child were those of eastern Montana. I spent nearly three decades of my life in ancient oceans before I ever got my feet wet in a modern living ocean.
I have chosen Montana as my home and embrace her seasonal night sounds, from silent snowfall on a barn roof to owls, nighthawks, and everything in between. The Montana night is calling and I must go.
Sometimes the ordinary would be broken when my mother pointed out the window and exclaimed, "Oh, look. A meadowlark!" She believed that seeing a meadowlark was a gift.
It is February and still these branches are dressed in a flutter of leaves. Golden brown with a dark midrib and branching pinnate veins.
Missoula phlox, or Phlox missoulensis; A species named after a town named after a beloved waterway the Salish call nmesuletkʷ, roughly translated to “cold water.”
Feragatname: Bu sayfaya yerleştirilmiş podcast ve sanat eserleri, sahibinin mülkiyetinde olan ve Listen Notes, Inc.'e bağlı olmayan veya tarafından onaylanmayan Montana Public Radio'e aittir.
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