There is something about a stone wall. It defines property. Divides one plot of land from another. It provides a place to pile up stones cleared out for future planting of crops. But it is also a strenuous labor of human hands. Each rock carefully placed in position, leveled, balanced, aligned with the others, for the harmony of the whole wall. A good place for squirrels to frequent. A base for eventual moss coverings. In time, a surprise find when overgrown with trees. Humble monuments to the farmers of yesterday. Fading demarcations with the passage of time...
Tuesday, May 6, 2014
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