what we leave behind

A couple resting beneath tall trees on the bank of a pond, 1600s, J. Moscher

There was a time when legacy mattered. I see it all around me. It’s in the small mountains of rocks that still lay where strong, weathered hands threw them. The horses came and stood alongside the men and boys as they dug, scraped, and wedged this land of its rock. Then, together they pulled until the weight too great and the