We have no shortage of rocks here in New England. Greg and I found that out the hard way when we bought our first house here. It was new construction and there was no landscaping done so we, in our naiveté, attempted it on our own. We managed to get grass growing eventually but we never had then, and I don’t have now, any luck with any other kinds of plantings. I’m sure that much of it can be attributed to lack of patience and perseverance on my part and, yes, maybe a lack of real interest. But I am going to put a good deal of the blame of my giving up on gardening to trying to dig around rocks and having to get rid of rocks.
Even though I’ve said that, I must admit, that I really like rocks. In fact, I love rocks. I have rocks sitting around all over the house for no good reason except that they please me…rocks sitting on their own and rocks sitting together in bowls. Okay, so maybe I’m a little weird.
Having lived here in Massachusetts for more than thirty years now, I’ve come to think that New Englanders actually had the right idea about rocks. There are not so many traditional farms around these days, but the remnants of the old farms are everywhere in the form of rock walls weaving their artful way almost everywhere out here in the country. The farmers dug up the rocks and used them in a practical way. And in spite of Robert Frost saying that “something there is that doesn’t love a wall,” these walls don’t seem to be going anywhere. And I sometimes wonder how long the walls will continue to stand? Probably long after I am gone and my personal bowls of rocks have been dumped back into nature by my kids who wonder why their crazy mother was keeping all those rocks around.
So today I decided to post a couple pictures of rock walls that I have come across around here. I think they are just the most beautiful kind of fence.
I'm linking up with Theresa at The Run*A*Round Ranch Report's Good Fences. Thanks, Theresa!