Standing just off the end of the circle that dead-ends our road, as if we've just driven off the road to head around the lane that loops around our pasture. I'm not sure why this little country road that two years ago was just in my imagination and was developed from sketches on paper and computer programs gives me so much pleasure, but despite its humble appearance, it does. The landmarks here are the white 4-step needed for me to get up on 16-hand Hasty, and the Chinese Elm that straddles the junkyard fence. The red reflector marks a newly planted Sycamore tree.