Welcome to At Home With Jemma and thank you for subscribing! Today I am sharing my Idaho. This will begin my series on the West, and I hope that my tale will be one that you and my own family will enjoy. My husband and I just returned from a little trip to my Idaho. I grew up in Southeastern Idaho on an agricultural farm in the upper snake river valley. Mountains surround the fertile soil of the patchwork fields and from a Birdseye view the fields really do look like quilts. To the north of the farm gushing, clear waters of the snake river wind their way around nearby Buttes. Eagles soar, Moose roam, Deer have plenty of food and God is present in every inch of this good, solid earth.
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I have always thought that growing up in this region of the country was like heaven on earth. The mountain air is always clean, crisp, and dry. Seems that each and every time I visit I am reminded of how this pristine and natural environment influences my way of thinking and living even now.
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My parents first home was on this spot in this field, they were young farmers with a young daughter (my sister Sandra) and worked this land together, side by side. Their tiny wooden home was built by my Father. Mother would tell me stories of the potato and grain harvests and of the cold Idaho Winters. So cold were these blustery, frozen Winter days that Mother and Father would take their produce to bed with them to keep the potatoes and apples from freezing.
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Winters are quite long in Southeastern Idaho, but this seems a small price to pay for the majestic beauty which encases the fields once the glorious sun-drenched months of Summer and Fall arrive.
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These serene refreshing Mountain streams provide precious water for irrigation in the valley.
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Golden Aspen dot the Mountain landscape nestled among the Pines.
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Farmers have a keen eye for detail, sophisticated watering systems, hydraulics, diesel engines, nature, life, love and ethics. Sadly enough the small farmer is becoming a lost breed of stellar, intelligent, capable individuals who wake to the sunrise with hope of a flourishing crop. Their work ethic is amazing and they look best with dusty boots, weathered faces and and a can-do attitude. They are and always will be my people. They are Makers of a different kind!
I have always thought that growing up in this region of the country was like heaven on earth. The mountain air is always clean, crisp, and dry. Seems that each and every time I visit I am reminded of how this pristine and natural environment influences my way of thinking and living even now.
My parents first home was on this spot in this field, they were young farmers with a young daughter (my sister Sandra) and worked this land together, side by side. Their tiny wooden home was built by my Father. Mother would tell me stories of the potato and grain harvests and of the cold Idaho Winters. So cold were these blustery, frozen Winter days that Mother and Father would take their produce to bed with them to keep the potatoes and apples from freezing.
Winters are quite long in Southeastern Idaho, but this seems a small price to pay for the majestic beauty which encases the fields once the glorious sun-drenched months of Summer and Fall arrive.
These serene refreshing Mountain streams provide precious water for irrigation in the valley.
Golden Aspen dot the Mountain landscape nestled among the Pines.
Farmers have a keen eye for detail, sophisticated watering systems, hydraulics, diesel engines, nature, life, love and ethics. Sadly enough the small farmer is becoming a lost breed of stellar, intelligent, capable individuals who wake to the sunrise with hope of a flourishing crop. Their work ethic is amazing and they look best with dusty boots, weathered faces and and a can-do attitude. They are and always will be my people. They are Makers of a different kind!