You can't live in New England and not love 'em...stone walls. Brown, spring grass, meandering stone wall, sheep grazing off in the distance and the ocean not far away-- for some reason, I thought of Scotland when I saw this gate and wall, and of course my favorite writing of Frost.
By Robert Frost
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast...
...He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors."