A fallen cedar fence post; a small stone pile. Tha sandy soil and short growing season made for little chance of agricultural success here. To me, the agricultural landscape of the people who came before is is very poignant. As the fences decay leaving only a row of scraggy bushes and trees--as the barns fall, more and more of them each year, we get farther and farther from evidence of those difficult lives which nourished so much of American competence and inventiveness. Little circles of pale green lichen make lace upon these stones. What is my accomplishment?