Where I'm from.....
I grew up in the southern part of The Gem state, where we had four distinct seasons: Chilly springs, incredibly warm summers, an amazing autumn, and breath taking winters. On cold clear nights, you could see a hint of the Northern lights or see Orion, Ursa, the Little and Big Dipper or any number of shooting stars. Or you could even see the cross on Table Rock,, lit up in blue lights, even though our farm was just a few miles from the Snake River canyons, where Bald eagles soared majestically. On a hot summer's day, big diamond-back rattle snakes would make themselves warm, coiled up on the hot concrete back roads.
Dad drove over 32 miles to work, mom drove nearly the same distance in the opposite direction. We took care of the farm by tending to our cattle and horses, pigs, bunnies, and chickens. We even tended to gardening big rows of crops, which we wpuld can in the fall. Or, we picked apples and pears and Italian prunes from our small orchard of fruit trees.
On Sunday, we traveled to our grandparents hometown for church. Week days we attended a small school that served our farming community. We would pass fields of golden grain or hay or mint.... the air was pungent with beauty of seasonal crops.
Two mountain ranges could be seen from either side of our property. Trains often lumbered across our property, at a distance, mostly at night.
Favorite memories include visiting my favorite aunt and uncle and our cousins who lived upstate near Bear Valley.... we would often spend a week at their house, during the winter holidays. Sometimes our families would go hunting for elk, up in the Clearwater forest.
Truly good memories from days long ago.
