I was horrible at baseball and was usually picked with a few younger sisters at the end of the draft with a phrase that sounded something like "and you can have the rest". But I mowed the infield and the baselines and even limed the lines. It was an immaculate neighborhood work of art as far as I was concerned. I have always been driven to make places and paths.
Years later, I ran a small bulldozer and did most of the fill work in the valley. With that, the small place was gone with everything emptying into white.