101 years ago, Robert Frost published Mending Wall*, about the mysterious forces that try to dismantle a rock wall. Each spring, the narrator explains, he and his neighbor walk along the fence-line, each on his own side, replacing the fallen stones, while the narrator tries to resist the temptation to making light of the chore (after all, his apple trees aren't going to trespass on the neighbor's pine strand!).
We have only a few remnant stone walls at the Would-Be Farm, but there are plenty of other chores that will keep me away from the computer for a while. Thank you for checking in –– I'll be back before long.
*Yup, another poem. It's National Poetry Month.
4/17/2015 09:34:10 am
Get thy nose to the ground and enjoy the sweet perfume of reawakening earth!
4/17/2015 02:19:35 pm
<sketches snappy salute>
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