Last week I was in Lake county, Montana. I stayed in a nice Mom & Pop motel that looked out onto the Flathead lake. I loved the fact that in spite of it being right on the highway, it was also right on the lake. In the evening when I was finishing up paperwork I would sit at the table with the window open listening to the waves break against the shore.
When I got home on Friday, the wind was blowing as it usually does at our place. The spring has been good to us with moisture and my rangeland grasses are tall. Watching them bend with the winds, they undulated and reminded me of the waves from the Flathead Lake earlier in the week. Though I may live a distance from water, my tall grasses are like the amber waves of grain from the song America.