Keeping memories and filling my heart.


Seven years ago, an adjacent 76-acre horse farm and cornfield were sold and divided into housing subdivision lots. Natural fencing of tall corn soon made way for bulldozed and sculpted earth, an excavated 9-acre pond and winding streets. Rosy sunsets filtering through backyard trees gradually were obscured by 2-story houses everywhere. These man-made changes to the natural terrain of field, wild flowers and wild life gave me pause for reflection. How best could I keep the memory of the field and its wide open spaces in my heart?

Early one morning, as I walked the former field, I noticed the most beautiful pebbles, rocks, fossils and boulders uprooted from the pond excavation. All colors, shapes and sizes, these rocks were a part of the land’s history. With the help of the developer! and my mom, I built rock-walled gardens, edgings, paths, dry riverbeds and boulder outcroppings. I transplanted rock roses, cranesbill, rosa multiflora, daisies, queen anne’s lace and other wild flowers from the field. The developer’s workmen also helped me move trees and bushes. I discovered two abandoned pups one day and brought them home too. The field has been good to me. Even though the farm, the barn and its field are gone now — their memory lives in clear view whether I stroll through my front or back yards. The pictures tell the story and show the evolving changes.

The front yard has a modified miniature meadow with trees, wildflowers and grasses. I fertilize the grass only in late autumn with weed and feed. Grass clippings are allowed to decompose into the soil. Pine cones are recycled as mulch. Gardens closer to the house have a more cultivated, defined look. As you move away from the house, the gardens grow in a natural and (controlled) wild state. A pergola connects the house to the outdoors with a patio floor sponge-painted brown, rust, green and gold. A latch-hook rug frames the outside brick wall. Birdfeeders, birdbaths, a sundial and solar lighting complete the picture.

Whether entering or exiting my garden gate, you feel a sense of peace. A sanctuary and a retreat, the land provides a respite from job-related duties. My soul is refreshed. Here at Fieldstone cottage — time, history, memory and landscaping come together as… a remembrance of the field.


Contributed by: Marilyn Martin

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4 thoughts on “Essence of a Field

  1. What a labor of love! It most be very satisfying to seat in the porch and admire the wonder you created with patience and effort.
    Thanks for sharing this beautiful story.

  2. What a lovely story. How wonderful that you wanted and were able to restore the beauty of that which was being taken from you. Who would have ever expected the developer’s workers to assist you and your Mom with such a gigantic task? And to take in those poor little abandoned pups – how fortunate they are to have been found by you. It restores one’s somewhat shaken faith in humanity to see and know of what you have given back to this old world of ours. You deserve every iota of the peace it gives you.

  3. I really enjoyed your story, you did a labor of love and now you can watch your garden flourish and fill the surroundings with color and preserve the natural plants that were going to be discarded, saved the puppies. Beautiful story. Thank you!

  4. What an appreciative and positive approach to the changes that happen to us on a daily basis. You have a wonderful practice of “turning lemons into lemonade”. Loved your story.

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