Breaching at an angle towards the hedgerow, this VW bug size specimen , this iceberg of a boulder , with its exposed surface , scarred with years of having been battered by farm implements being dragged over it, is waiting . Just waiting
Most farmers hate stones. And the stones? I suspect they don’t hate farmers. Maybe they even forgive all the smashing and crunching and burying , and waiting.
Big boulders that are mostly hidden beneath the surface are difficult to remove . This boulder, would like to join its friends, the ones in the hedge row over there . This fellow has been many years out in the field waiting to be relocated . Would he be lonely? Stones seem to like to be together.
Farmers do their part. For years and years, stones from the fields are all collected and stacked at the perimeters. The long stony strands along the fence lines are creating a kind of gossamer (albeit hefty) interdependent network of fauna and fieldstone. Not unlike mushrooms. Fields, continue to be cleared from stones, but become more and more surrounded by them. Eventually the fields form a kind of cellular pattern that can be seen from the sky. The stones are connecting the lots. The landscape is bubblingly alive .
