Sperry Chalet, Glacier National Park, was recently destroyed by fire. In memory, I am posting this photo from my trip there in 1976, after having climbed to Sperry Glacier and subsequently descending a steep snowfield on my bottom which resulted in the wet clothes hanging on the railing to dry. The Chalet was built in 1913.
Went on my first hike yesterday since injuring my knee 6/17. Delighted to see many of my favorite wildflowers still in bloom: elephantella, paintbrush, columbines, Parry’s primrose and asters. The beauty was heightened by my absence and it was a completely joyous day!
I miss my beautiful students and have been re-reading their sweet letters and poems. One of my favorite letters:
“I will miss you a lot. I will miss how you guide us to write poem and I will miss how you jump around the classroom when you get happy and I will miss how you read your poem to us with tears. I will never forget that.
Thank you very much because through you, I can now write a poem for my own without writing someone poem as mine. Thank you.—Hilda Annabil
I am incredibly grateful to be able to climb to a spot like this and absorb it’s peaceful beauty. I am grateful that it exists, that I have the strength to get myself there and that I am able to be present in the delight it provides.
I have always enjoyed making risotto. Adding the broth one ladle at a time, letting the rice dry out before adding more. Gradually, watching it become a creamy mass. This time I added a little of my Mom’s saffron. I found it in a packet in her kitchen cupboard when we were preparing her house for sale. Inside the packet, a thin, waxy paper lining held the rust colored spice, like a rare golden dust that I sprinkled into the broth. Mom would have enjoyed a taste of this!