Every time Sarah looks across the farmyard from the kitchen, she sees the debris that litters the lengthening weeds between the house and the barn. Four broken lawnmowers, only three with handles, their driveshafts bent after hitting heavy rocks in what would have been the pasture. A dozen or more herbicide cans strewn about, emptied in the futile battle against the poisonous ragwort and jimsonweed. A stack of concrete blocks that would have become a watering trough. The trailer, now rusted and its tires flattened, which would have ferried the horses to and from the county fair every July. A lot of coulds and woulds that never came to be.
Debris
Debris
Debris
Every time Sarah looks across the farmyard from the kitchen, she sees the debris that litters the lengthening weeds between the house and the barn. Four broken lawnmowers, only three with handles, their driveshafts bent after hitting heavy rocks in what would have been the pasture. A dozen or more herbicide cans strewn about, emptied in the futile battle against the poisonous ragwort and jimsonweed. A stack of concrete blocks that would have become a watering trough. The trailer, now rusted and its tires flattened, which would have ferried the horses to and from the county fair every July. A lot of coulds and woulds that never came to be.