I remember turning around on the soft green grass and focusing on how far I was from the busy in town streets. With nothing but sagebrush and a few scattered pine trees all around me, there was no doubt in my mind that Montana is truly spectacular. It's late summer and the sagebrush is at its peak. Their scrawny yet full limbs extenuate well above the surface at a near three or four feet. They are the dominating species on this barren landscape. Though barren and desert-like, the sagebrush put off an assortment of diverse and calming shades of the color blue. These blues are what make the landscape what it is. When I am in need of peace and relaxation, my home in the country is where I shall be.
I am standing under the Russian Olive tree in my front yard. A steady wind from the north blows through my hair as a quick dash of brown darts in front of me. This is the number one canine in the whole world, my dog Jake. With so much energy on a cloudless day, this Chesapeake Bay Retriever is unable to resist his temptations of simply running. "Jake come!" is what is say. He sprints intensely to me and rolls on this back at my feet. His build is large giving him a weight of roughly 85 to 90 pounds. If it weren't for his floppy ears and long tail, a person would most likely mistaken him for a small Grizzly bear. I run my hands through his fine paint brush style brown hair as he loves it more and more. Jake is not just a pet, he is truly a member of the family. In comparison, he is that one relative who never leaves and eats all your food. There is no choice but to love him though. My fingers are fatigued so I stand back up and move on with my day. The day is still beautiful while the north wind blows and the Russian Olive still stands.
Sam, our big tom cat, lurks though the underbrush near the propane tank. Being able to read his mind of killing birds and any other creature that may cross his path, I take the act of decimating his mission. I have no want to clean up some dead item that could possibly be crawling with infectious diseases and/or sicknesses. To upset this big tom, I lunge towards him with a sharp cry. His ears quickly jump and he runs to areas where I don't know. Mission fail.
I can see the solid wall of dust coming up the dirt road and only one thought crosses my mind, here comes mom. The shiny white vehicle reflects into my eyes as the smell of working car inters my body. It gives me joy to know that soon she will be in the kitchen making all sorts of ancient recipes carried down from earlier generations. She opens her door and then gives it a solid shut that carries an echo off the house, "thud". I am greeted with a hello, a how was your day, and an I love you. Life is purely wonderful at this time.
I remember turning around on the soft green grass and focusing on how far I was from the busy in town streets. The north wind picks up making the setting uncomfortable to be outside. The calmness of the sagebrush has been taken away and again it turns into a wild, yet spectacular Montana landscape. Everything is moving. It is as if all control and order had been taken away. It is time to enter my house in the country, and relax in yet a different environment.
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