My father retired from the festival a few years ago, but he and my mother continue to spend their summers in New Hampshire, in a cabin that my mother built over the course of several summers. Rocking chairs were one of the first things that my mother brought out to the woods when she began her project. Before there were walls there were rocking chairs.

The first wall was made from granite boulders that my mother gleaned from old field walls on the property. This wall faces North towards the local mountain. Its porch overlooks the end of the dirt road that now curves through those breached field walls.