Dear July,

Our history together is storied, though I cannot know if our love affair is one sided or not.  I try to celebrate you fully, and yesterday, during my daily mad dash to the post office, I paused for a moment on our dusty dirt road and drank in the goodness of the last day of your July-ness, and I thought to write to you and recap our best moments together this year.


As anyone who’s read this blog for any period of time knows, you are by far my favorite month of the year, and I was a little heartbroken when I awoke this morning in the cool quiet and realized today is August 1.

Oh, July.

We worked on most of your days this year, as the result of the start to what Honeydew and I think will be a very fine honey harvest.  Can’t complain about that.  Thank you for your bountiful sunshine and calm winds that helped the bees make such a great crop.


But there was time for play, too.

In memory of my brother, Howard, we participated in our annual Beer Olympics.  Remarkably, for the 7th year in a row, the only injuries suffered by the enthusiastic participants were ones to the ego.


Notably in July, our new son Howard met his Sissy, and it was true love on both sides.


And Maggie learned about sharing Nan’s lap:


Maggie Rose also went on her first self-propelled hike, with me, Howard, Nan and Chuck, around the Red Eagle Nature Trail.  It was a little too long for a 2 year old, but listening to Maggie chanting “Maggie hikin’!” for the first mile or so was the best sound these ears have ever heard.  Of course this would happen in July.


Since then, Maggie’s hiked from Sunrift Gorge to Sun Point, and up to Hidden Pass from Logan Pass.  I really can’t say whether or not she actually likes hiking, but she surely does like the ice cream that inevitably follows it!


Ugh.  Blue, bubblegum ice cream.  Maybe we don’t share the same tastebuds after all, Maggie Rose!


On July 4, we held our annual Parade & Potluck at Duck Lake, and Maggie once again fulfilled her Royal Duties.


She also played her first game of kickball, in the Big Field.  I’d be willing to bet she’s the only two year old in Montana who played kickball in July wearing Lilly Pulitzer — thanks to Southern friends for keeping her true to her roots!

Honeydew and I always say that Maggie was born in the Summer of the Snow.  Remember this?  Well, it practically stuck around till the next winter!  We’ll tell Howard that he was born in the Summer of the Bears.  They were legion and storied in July 2013.  This guy stole our volleyball during the Hillstock festivities:


As the month wore on, a lovely woman who spends her summers at Duck Lake was attacked by a bear while walking just north of the lake. Not long after that, I ran into a black bear near Sun Point while carrying Howard, holding Maggie Rose’s hand, and trying to keep up with my 8 and 10 year old niece and nephew.   And then our dear friend, The Bear Ranger for Glacier National Park, heard a late night noise in her kitchen and discovered that a black bear had jimmied open the latched screen door and let himself in.  Now, what are the Las Vegas odds on that?

Definitely the Summer of the Bears.

Howard grew and grew each day of July, although at first his relative tiny-ness next to Maggie Rose concerned me, and I worried.  Funny how you can forget infancy’s fragility in two short years.   He’s just fine.


July, thank you for your good humour and kind countenance.


I will miss each you day until we are re-united.  Tell March to be gentle with me.

Love, Courtney

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