Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast. – Robert Frost, 1914
In the village I grew up in, there were many old stone walls left from earlier times. Most of those are now found in wooded areas. Obviously, built by the earliest settlers of the place, the walls tell of a rough landscape, where land was cleared of trees and rocks – the rocks piled to create the wall. They speak of the dreams, hopes and plans of those sturdy souls (who were mostly Irish – a people who knew a thing or two about stone walls). What stories could those walls tell, I wonder? In spite of the back-breaking work of years ago., nature has quietly, gently reclaimed what was hers.
When we built our present house, a decade ago, here – in the middle of an old pasture – I was delighted to discover an old stone wall on the land. That was the inspiration for our retaining wall. We built this last fall, between the house & garden and the driveway. Every stone is from this piece of land. Every stone placed by one of us – creating a connection.
At present, this stone wall is underneath a (slowly melting) snowbank. I pray the “frozen ground swell” hasn’t caused it damage….. only Spring will tell for sure.
This post is in response to the Weekly Photo Challenge – Wall