Sunsets, Silos and Free Spirits in Moore

We're enjoying a pretty laid back schedule here at the farm, filling our days with long walks, yoga, and reading. Central Montana’s wheat harvest is in full swing, and as I type this, I can hear the drone of combines in the fields closest to the house. The weather here is wonderfully unpredictable - it was nearly 90 degrees yesterday, dipped below freezing last night and the mercury won’t reach 60 degrees today. It strikes me how resilient the animals here must be to survive such fierce swings in temperature.

We have a series of old circular, wooden granaries on our property. They’ve all seen better days - a patchwork of old licence plates struggles to keep grain from spilling out of the holes that have been kicked into the sides by agitated bulls and years of harsh weather - but I love them dearly because my great grandfather, an inventor described by many as a wild and eccentric man, designed and built them by hand. There’s a great grey owl who’s been visiting these granaries nightly (most likely to feast on the mice who stop by for a nibble of escaped wheat) at the same time that we take our evening walks. Watching him silently swoop over us has been a daily highlight. On our walk back to the house, after the sun has dropped behind the Little Belts, the stars are spectacular. Speaking of - I’ve been using the coolest app called Night Sky. My dad is the astronomer in the family, but this has been a great tool in his absence. Sunsets, silos and free spirits in Moore, Montana - I highly recommend it!