Love Letter to the Bob
Let's go old
Grow old together
(You more than me)
Let's tell each other our secrets that no one else knows
And the answers to questions never asked
(You have so many)
Common Ground, Part I: How organic and regenerative agriculture are revitalizing rural Montana economies.
By Emily Stifler Wolfe | Montana Free Press
A slight haze hangs on the blue horizon above Ledger Road, 50 miles north of Great Falls in north-central Montana. Rectangles of spring crops and native grasses glow green alongside the dried straw of last year’s fallow. Forty miles north, the Sweetgrass Hills rise 3,700 feet above the high plains.
Blackfeet Nation Is Taking Back the Food System
By Nicole Greenfield | NRDC
A tribal-led plan to build a meat-processing facility on the Blackfeet Nation reservation in Montana will help invigorate the local economy, safeguard cultural traditions, and protect community health and the environment.
Severe drought impacts agriculture in eastern Montana counties
By Mackenzie Quinn | (Source: NBC Montana)
It's only May, but many Montana pastures that provide food for cattle are already dry, which is why some cattle fields are empty.
Malcolm,
I want you and your grandchildren to go fishing and eat the trout you catch and drink from the springs and catch snowflakes on your tongues and swim freely in our oceans and breath clean air and walk in intact, ancient forests, and so much more. Who are we to deprive you of that beauty?
Dear Soren
I’ve been meaning to write this letter to you for a while now. In a way, I’ve been meaning to write it ever since I felt you kick for the first time and it hit me that you were real - a tiny person, mine and the world’s.
Dear future grandchildren,
When I think of the environment I think beyond the things we can see and feel that are obvious to everyone. I apologize for the damage we did and generations before us, that either did not know better or totally disregarded the warnings.
My children,
I am sitting here writing this letter on a quiet Sunday afternoon. The wind is gusting, blowing the piles of leaves into the air and depositing them in dusty, forlorn and forgotten corners. The leaves, most of them still clinging to the trees, crinkly and brown, are unwilling participants in the changing climate. A reminder of the record breaking cold snap from last month, having frozen them in place, denying them their time of glory and natural order of business.