Rocks of ages
At first glance, you would never know that our 12 acres - woods, mainly - was once part of a farm.
The crops are long gone, but the evidence of agriculture is here - in a couple of pieces of vintage implements abandoned in our woods and in the large rock piles scattered around the property.
I know the why of it; even a city boy can deduce that rocks and farming don't mix; they're hauled from tillable land and dumped in spots too low to plow.
But I wonder about the who, when and how.
Research tells me that until around 1920, draft animals - horses and mules - were the main source of power on farms. So it's possible that at least some of these rocks arrived at their final resting place on horse-drawn wagons.
One thing is certain: They'll outlast all of us.
