This old telephone pole stands near the far corner of our farm from an era long past. Weathered and worn, it bears the scars of time, etched with the intricate patterns of age. Once crucial in connecting our farm to the outside world when this land was bustling with the rhythms of a dairy farm, it now stands as a relic of the farm’s history. The last strands of barbed wire cling to the pole, remnants of when they guided and contained the livestock that once roamed these fields. As the farm evolves, the pole stands firm, linking the past to the present.
May 2024