Our little farm sits on the crest of Finley Point, which snakes out from the east shore of Flathead Lake near its southern end. Visitors to the farm are always struck by the "million dollar views" we have to the north and south. As far as we know, we are the only folks on "the Point" to be blessed so.
Late winter in northwest Montana can be rather dreary. One gray day seems to slide into the next with little relief from Mary Sunshine. Today is an exception. Today we are graced with a wan sunlight that brings no warmth, and incredibly still weather. The lake is like glass, reflecting back the series of mountain ranges surrounding it. While the palette is still monochrome, the effect is somehow magical.
It is right somehow that these days are the exception rather than the rule. How better to be reminded of the beauty that surrounds us than by a little nice weather in the midst of a gray winter. If it were perfect all the time, what other wonders would we miss?
