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One white flower

Springtime explodes with colors. Winter’s cold, cutting winds, and lifeless grays – and our memories of them – are all but forgotten. The sky vibrates blue. Fields lushly shimmer in forty shades of green. Those greens backdrop radiant flowers which blossom in increasing variety and numbers. People’s faces glow with smiles, darkening tans and glistening sweat. Eyes dampen with joy over the rainbow that colors the world. Still, the brightest color is the pure, blinding white of a single flower that rests beside a headstone.

Springtime orchestrates a symphony of sound.


Childhood dream is now Crooked Creek Cabin

Duane Roseth likes to build things such as saddles and remote-controlled airplanes. A lifetime dream for him has been to have a cabin on his land next to Crooked Creek.

One Sunday, Roseth wanted to show visitors his idea of the ultimate cabin spot. The road to the isolated spot was “a little treacherous” according to Roseth’s wife, Lola. As they stepped out of the pickup, they heard the familiar, yet alarming sound of a rattle snake. The tour was immediately over. When machinery was leveling the ground for the cabin, they dug up a rattlesnake den.