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PUBLISHERS
PUBLISHERS
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ALL. NOW WHERE DID THAT NAME
COME FROM? e names of the seasons are so
straightforward: Winter. Spring. Summer. Autumn.
But fall? Apparently autumn is the only season with a nick-
name, one that might be used even more often than its more
"seasoned" moniker.
e alternate name's origin seems obvious when the wind
picks up and leaves are shaken free of their clutching stems,
spreading across the forest floor in a billowy filigree of fine gold
amidst a latticework of red and brown. Like the leaves, fall is a
time of closure, preparation, and anticipation, in step with the
return of its sister seasons and that unmistakable sense of an
ending, if only just for now.
In Montana things do seem to
settle down. Millions of tourists
have departed, school buses have
begun their rumble-ramble, the
last of summer fires are squelched
in frosty air and icy rain-turning-
to-snow. e state again feels like it is in balance, its population
falling with the leaves, so that we again "have the room to our-
selves." e trails are more open, the city streets more passable;
and friendliness, perhaps, is a bit less forced.
Our "fall" issues of Distinctly Montana have been among
our best efforts, as we feel charged with the enthusiasm of
this annual "return to normal," and the sense that the "real"
Montana may be best experienced in fall's fading light and the
hovering breath of winter. ere is no other place on earth
we would rather be in the season called autumn, where we too
can "fall" in love with Montana all over again.
A NOTE FROM THE
PUBLISHERS
BILL MUHLENFELD, PUBLISHER
bill@distinctlymontana.com
ANTHEA GEORGE, PUBLISHER
anthea@distinctlymontana.com
KANDAHAR 1/2
"I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself,
than be crowded on a velvet cushion."
~ HENRY DAVID THOREAU
