my montana pal, janet

she is the greatest! she knows all the plants and trees. we would pause to listen a bird call, janet being so sweetly generous with her knowledge. we would take deep breaths in the cracks of an old pondarosa pine, commenting on the vanilla cookie smell that is hidden inside. she even pulled out a spare rain jacket when we got caught on top of the mountain in the storm. and of course she supplied the water when i realized i was parched. she commented on the smell of her hands, naturally tainted with wild musky smells of man sage and tarragon. we paused to smell more, flowers, lots and lots of flowers. she is one of the kindest and most interesting people that i have ever met. i feel so blessed that she is in my life, just two doors down.