Saw promising land in Sullivan County today. Fenced in for deer and neighbors, surrounded by Goldenrod and stone wall, well-rooted berry bushes and stone fruit trees. We picniced on hard grass, a mowed meadow intended for haying. For all the pinches, by insect and long hay, there was enough quiet to shake a stick at. We found a hammock on a nearby house's porch. But there was no time for lounging and we had to settle on making a pact to return.