Stonewall
Stonewall The house I live in was built at the start of the twentyfirst century of the common era on what was once a meadow until well into the twentieth People who grew up around my place remember the cows wandering across the field curious about the people admiring them from the side of the meandering road that once was a carriage way between Providence and Boston now called Bay Road A rough stone wall running north to south separates our front acre from the back one and the big pond adjacent to it I can't help but notice it often a time machine that sometimes carries me back several centuries as I go about my day I like to walk along it and have only altered it ever so slightly to improve stability preserving its integrity character and perseverance akin to that of a stubborn confederate general standing his ground We live in a place the hills and woods of which I am blessed to wonder along trails ancient and new which lead me to...