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One June about seven years ago, my husband brought home a bitterroot plant. It was stuck to his irrigation shovel by the clay soil from the hay fields near our house in the Helmville Valley. I marveled at the beautiful hot pink blooms and planted them in the flower bed, where they rarely reappeared.
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While we łoqʷm t sox̣ʷép (cleaned the roots), I listened to them reminisce on old stories, told with our Indian humor. The day was full of laughter and joy and connecting to our culture.
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This week on "Pea Green Boat" we're talking about Montana's state symbols. If you're listening from anywhere in western Montana, chances are you can find…
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Montana Wildlife officials are hearing complaints about a new mountain lion study showing populations much higher than previously expected in the…