According to my calendar summer is officially here, but in Montana spring appears not ready to surrender. Visitors have understandably been a little disappointed with our unsettled storms, drenching rains and cool temps. But ask a local and you will hear gratitude for green pastures and an abundance of wildflowers and birds.
Fields of blue flax wrap their arms around our county roads, purple lupine and yellow balsamroot are dancing on the hillsides and soon wild sunflowers will serve as sentries for my drive from town back to the ranch. The meadows are teeming with Sandhill crane, Meadowlark, and Western bluebirds. The days are longer, my beloved Milky Way is a little harder to see, but I will trade all of that right now for the feasts of colors and sounds.
The transition between spring and summer in the high prairies is magical. It is easy to think there is nothing out here…but nothing could be further from the truth.