Author: Ellen Horowitz

The warm, sunny days of early autumn lasted well into October. Birch, aspen and cottonwood trees seemed unhurried to shed their golden leaves. Each day, the weather could be described…

Our sense of smell is one of our least utilized senses. Yet, it’s the one most closely associated with memory. Every time I catch a whiff of subalpine fir, for…

Lengthening daylight hours bring the first flowers of the season. Rather than sprouting up from the Earth, they dangle in the sky. These sky flowers are the pendant, petal-less, yellow…

The appearance of stars last night meant only one thing: It would be cold in the morning. Frank and I were neither surprised nor disappointed when the 6:30 AM thermometer…

In the late 70s, my husband and I bought some land in the mountains of northwest Montana. We built a cozy little log house on our 20-acre “homestead.” We lived…

The concert begins with the sound of flowing water. Leaves rustling in a breeze, the tap-tap of a woodpecker, and distant chatter of a tree squirrel add to the music…