A Little History

At the top of one of our pastures, just along the edge of the woods, sits an old piece of farm equipment.

 You could almost miss it walking by; it's almost sunk completely down into the earth.

I'm always pleased to see it, like an old friend, on occasions where I walk by.  I can't help but wonder about the farmer that used to perch on that metal seat, steering his horses.  What did he plant?  And where?  If only rusty farm equipment could talk!