Our farm has the name Stonehenge, not because we have a great circle of giant rocks, or druids dancing through the orchards, but rather, it came from an off-hand remark from a neighbour when the barn was just being built in the early 1980s.
When we built the barn, after the floor was down, we had the corner posts, window and door posts standing up, before we started adding the logs for the stack walls. The neighbour just commented that it looked like Stonehenge. The name stuck, and really, no one seems to wonder about it.
Not that we don't have rocks here. Every farm on the south mountain has rocks, I'm sure. Our rocks, most from decades before we arrived, are in the form of rock walls. I guess we've added some, with much more ease than the early land clearers. It is really amazing if you think about the time and effort it took to build those stone walls, in those years long past. And of course, as rocks do, there are those that are lying in wait for the mower, or the plow or the ankle to find them.