Author: Ellen Horowitz

When we lived in the mountains, an old-timer friend used to say, “The longest part of winter is waiting for spring.” I can attest to the fact that this expression…

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…