My growing up years were spent on the farm. Our farm consisted of two quarters of land that was dotted with numerous ponds and swamp land. It contained soil that froze and thawed each fall and spring to ensure that rocks of all sizes would rise and present themselves during the planting season. That movement of rocks insured that my brothers and I would have the back-breaking job of gathering the rocks and removing them from the fields, definitely not…..
Over thirty years ago when we moved from our house in town to our newly built country home I brought along an unusual object. I don’t know why for sure but I just couldn’t part with it. It was a twelve foot white picket fence that stood next to our stucco garage in town. Even back in 1980 I was an environmentalist and had a love and concern for our earth. So it didn’t take me long to figure out…..
