Life on the Drumlin

The gate was open so we drove in behind the drumlin to the tower at Crosby.  Driving that road with the clover filled median gives you a whole different perspective of the drumlin that draws the line of the receding ice field.

I can’t begin to fathom the heartache and back ache that the settlers in this area endured. When I look at the stone fences in North Crosby and the gathered stones on the drumlin at Crosby they draw me in deeply to a wordless place of wonder. “Drumlin" is from the Irish word droimnín meaning "littlest ridge”.  Ironic, isn’t it, that it was the Irish that moved the stones in the rocky land to raise their families and leave their legacy.  Although geologists agree that drumlins are formed by receding glaciers, the exact mechanism is still under discussion.

I think perhaps that my next research project may be on cheese factories in my area. I can think of three close by, however, I think  the one on Garret’s Rd. is a poignant pointer to life once lived.

Crosby Drumlin

Gathered rocks glacial till: human toil

Red-eyed Vireo in fall plumage

Eastern Phoebe

Male American Kestral

The Cheese Factory Garrett’s Rd