The back forty...

As a child I always heard the elders talk about the back forty,. At the time the front forty was grandmas with the lawn, flowers, and pretties. The back forty was grandpas where the barn, shed, pasture, etc was. Then that twenty percent of no mans land where the transition was.

Today the front forty is moms area where the birds play, the flowers blossom and pretties are all around. The back forty was/is my dads that he can't take care of anymore. A fence divides the two. 

With todays mono Monday theme being work, its has become my job when I can to mow the back forty.