When i came to the farm as a bride, the rock was there,just around the coner of the house. It was an ugly dull orange, about a foot in diameter, and stuck up a couple of inches through the back lawn waiting to trip me .
" Can 't we dig it out ?" I asked after I hit full speed with the lawn mower,breaking the blabe.
"No, it's always been there." my husband said , and his father agreed. " It goes down pretty deep, i reckon. " my father-in-law added, "My wife 's family has lived here since the Civil War." No one ever got it out."
So it stayed. My children were born, grew up and went away. My father in-law died.Some time later ,my husband died.
After the mouring,there was the coping---and with a sharpened awareness of my sorroundings,because i could change them more easily than my life's situation.The way a woman sees her house when a company comes umexpectedly. I saw a hundred little sore spots. I began to heal them , one at a time.
The spot at the southwest corner of the house,however, was never going to look nice. Now with that rock protection weeds and crab grass to form a scab on the green.
I went to the shed and got my shovel. I was going to dig out the rock.
I braced myself for what was to be a long day,perhaps experienced by previous generations who had tried to dislodge the rock. I put on heavy shoes and rolled out my wheelbarrow. If it took the whole day , that rock was going to come out.
Five minutes later the rock was out .It had been about a foot deep, and maybe six inches wider than it looked from the top. I pried it loose with a crowbar and hoisted it into the wheelbarrow.
I was stunned. That rock had presisted there beyond living memory.Each family had taken it on faith that the previous generation had tried and faith to remove it .Because the rock had appeared to be large and deep,it was treated as immovable and strong.I have seen people do this too---and get others to walk carefully around them and assume a depth of character and knowledge solely from demeanor rather than from actual accomplishment.
The orange rock had earned my respect. I couldn't just dump it behind the barn. So i wheeled it over to the shed ,still within sight of the house. It rests there,with vinca growing around it.
I still see the rock every day but now as something good in my little landscape.It's a reminder that each generation ought to find things out for itself.
Key words 关键词
diameter n. 直径
blade n. 刀刃、刀片
stick up 突起、竖起
trip v. 绊倒
reckon v. 估计、猜想
a sharpened awareness 一种强烈的意识、一种深切的感受
sore spots 使人伤心的事、令人伤心的地方
shovel n. 铲，生产
braced myself 鼓起勇气
accomplishment n. 才干、学识、才艺
mower n. 割草机
wheelbarrow n. 手推车
dislodge v. 赶出、移动、驱逐
crowbar n. 撬棍
hoist into 搬入