No more gloom
My day –
A serendipity worth noting:
This poem was not written with St. Valentines day in mind, nor was it particularly appropriate to that day in my mind, until I discovered (via The Inky Fool) that birds have a long and important relationship with the holiday.
Written in the 14th century, Chaucer’s The Parliament of Fowls (readable here) is among the first references to St. Valentine’s day as an especially romantic day. A perusal of the poem reveals that it is both overwhelmingly better than mine, and quite a difficult read for a modern English speaker.
So there you have it, my first published poem and some extraneous information.
I was driving home last night at about half past eleven. The last of a storm system that had poured rain and lit up the sky with lighting was moving off to the east. To the west, a brilliant half-moon hung low in clear sky. Amazingly, two hours after the sun had set, the moon cast a double rainbow in the receding and dissolving clouds.
U.S. Route 20 is America’s longest highway, stretching 3365 miles from Astoria, OR to Boston, MA. Approximately one eighth of that length travels across Idaho.
But enough trivia.
Week before last, I drove up to the Pahsimeroi Valley for the second time in March. On both trips, I was amazed and delighted by the interplay of the clouds with the hills and mountains along my way. This was uniquely prominent between Mountain Home and Arco on U.S. Route 20, as it skirts the base of the Smoky and Pioneer Mountains.
Other than the hostile terrain in and around the Craters of the Moon National Monument, much of the land adjoining the highway has been farmed for decades, scattering relics of older days across the landscape.
Next to the old barns and churches stand the new pivots, a testament to the heritage and currency of Idaho’s agricultural tradition.
If the rest of the highway were as beautiful as Idaho’s portion, it would be a wonderful thing to drive its entire length.
211 miles down, 3154 miles to go…