More Than a Feeling

Remember "More Than a Feeling" by Boston? That's how I feel about Twin Falls, Idaho, in August.

Home is 

summer sunflowers mixed with parched weeds in the barrow pit along the road

60-degree morning sunrises followed by 100-degree days

Windbreak-lined country roads that lead nowhere particular but always feel familiar

Miles and miles of irrigated fields giving their last before winter

Elephant ears and foot-long corndogs (and anything else deep fried) at "The Fair"

Still, beautiful, slightly cool nights along the fairway after the best rodeo around

Neatly manicured home gardens

Hope for young plants to hold out till the first frost hits

Eating tomatoes like apples with a salt shaker in one hand and juice dripping down your chin

I don't get home as often as I'd like, but even though it's over 800 miles away . . .

. . . southern Idaho will always hold a big piece of my heart.