Fields of Long Ago

Late one afternoon this Spring up in Door County I was bumming along the back roads and this little scene beckoned to me.  Farmers long ago stacked these rocks into a meandering wall as they prepared to till their fields.  The warm, slanting light caught the edges of the grasses, flowers, and flat planes of the rock wall.  I was also intrigued by the barely visible tracks left by farm vehicles disappearing over the hill.  They left me wondering what surprises were just beyond the windbreak of trees in the distance.