This is the New Ground. It was the New Ground forty years ago when Dad first cleared it and made pasture. It will always be the New Ground. This is the highest point on the farm and you can see forever.
The fertilizer is showing by making more green.
And we tour, counting green grass as if it were gold.
It is gold for the farmer with stock to feed.
We find equipment in odd places, waiting for the next crew.
We have ten foot holes, three feet around, covered.
They will set the single poles and pour in concrete.
The idea is to withstand any natural disaster.
There is also beauty in the woods.
The dogwoods are in full bloom.
