For many years my neighbor, who passed away in 2022, mowed this hayfield with a scythe. Black walnuts have been planted by the family, and the field is still mowed for hay (though now with a noisy tractor). I love watching the field and its trees change day by day and season by season, and I’m grateful to the Hardigg family for keeping it as a place for growing things. It’s a good place for watching bats flutter about at twilight, and every so often you might see a fox pass through, loping or dashing, depending on what’s going on.