Day Three Hundred Fifty Two: Oddly Montana

At the spur of the moment I find myself in Montana, a seasonal tree ready to adorn. Seasonal spirits at the ready.  I could surely do with less treats and more cycling. Now is not the day for that. More banana cream pie please. And brownies, wink, wink. 
And strings of lights
Weeeee

Saturday, December 18: sharpie on paper