Here is a view of the end of that first long stretch of pasture lane. It ends in what I call the "Blackberry Pitch" because of the wooden stakes (a pitch is a place in Cricket) -- I suppose, technically, it's a blackberry patch.  Just right of the fence posts, the dark spot is the sheet-mulching surrounding an apple tree; before it is a pile of cardboard liberated from a back alley near our store, an upside-down wheelbarrow, the blackberries surrounded by spoiled hay, the junkyard's tire collection, a pile of items ready for use finishing the sheetmulching of the area, and the Red Flyer wagon on its side so it doesn't collect our sparse rain, and rust out. Beyond our yard you can see huge rolls recently harvested by some machines -- I think it's sorghum grown out there as fodder for cows -- the round bales, as they call them, sit in the middle of the "Back 20" that we would buy if we had $70,000 to spare. On the other side of the Back 20 are businesses supporting the oil industry out here.