Excuse me for that small rant.
Yesterday and the last 5-6days we did a lot of weed wacking. Our customers farm has a pond and stream that cuts through about 1000’ of the property. Each year we cut around all that at the end of growing season.
In the background you can see where the once mighty B&O railroad tracks & berm is. The long trail of weeds left uncut in the small stream. At the base of the berm you see 2 yellow steel posts (water company pipeline markers). In between them is a tunnel with a long 6’ diameter pipe under the railroad berm for the stream to run through. The workmanship on the tunnels they built back in 1900’s was amazing. It will long outlive any of us. We used to build things to last seemingly forever.
I have since finished cutting the weeds in the stream. Needed my waterproof boots for that part.
Not very glamorous work, but it really gives you time to appreciate what you have, think about what we have lost. Think about the 100’s of years of sweat poured into this farm by the family that preceded me.…
This is the most beautifully haunting place to me. On a hot sunny day it feels full of life. On a cold cloudy day, the emptiness of no livestock, the fields dormant, nobody living here can send a chill up your spine.
I almost feel like I was put here to take over the work and to make sure this place continues to be farmed & maintained. I ain’t getting any younger. Who will take over from me?
Nobody lives here on the farm anymore. The house stands as a “museum” of sorts. It represents the work ethic of a German immigrant family that gave it everything they had and succeeded. It was sold to a Conservancy in the 90’s. They are a blessing to our community. They have preserved much farm land from the ravages ox urban sprawl and ugly vinyl box houses.