Field Walk

I walked around the original 'quarter' of land on the home farm yesterday evening. Although the fields looked level from the highway, when walking them one realises the level of undulation is reasonably high. This, of course, implies that there are depressions in the land into which the melting snow feeds its waters. These snowmelts can be in surprising places, such as here where I mounted what I thought was a crest to be greeted by a large pool of standing water. The sight of the last season's stubble implies that the area was sown, and thus is not a permanent feature.