Among the Saplings

As you enter the old farm road there is a small wooded area to the left with saplings along the edge of the fields. Among them, the upright blade of an antique mower attachment stands tall in the grasses. It's as if it's become one with them, a part of the young woods. As your eyes focus and look around, you can make out other farm relics, put out to rest. I have a reverence for these old pieces, for the incredible ingenuity and design that went into them and for the service they rendered. They, like so much of the equipment in and around the farm, were an integral part of the farm's operation. It seems fitting that they have this special place of rest.