This is a pasture on a 160 acre farm on my route that was claimed by a pioneer family back in the 1850's and subsequently handed down through several generations. The road is named after the original settlers. There is a lot of history in this place. The small red cross is in memory of the last owner of the farm, who died on this spot about 10 years ago. He was riding on a tractor and plowing this field when he suffered a heart attack and died....
at the age of 91.
Think about that for a minute. He was a 91 year old man who was born on a farm that his grandfather had settled back in pioneer days. He lived on that farm all his life. He didnt die wearing diapers in a nursing home, he died outdoors on a warm sunny day
while working his land. I get goosebumps just thinking about what a blessing it would be to die while doing what you loved to do and knowing that your land would be passed down to future generations the same way it had been passed down to you.
Its a beautiful piece of property located up on a mountain. Every year they rotate a new crop in, last year it was clover and it looks like they planted grass seed for this year. There was a foot of snow up here a week ago, but it melted and now the grass is already starting to sprout. If you look closely you can see 3 deer out there feeding on the new growth.