Each Saturday, we drive out in the country to buy our fresh eggs. For ages, we never noticed a tiny patch of garden put aside for a pig. One rainy day, I noticed this beauty out in the mud. Oh, glorious mud! This year, she has given birth to her family of piglets which we see grow each time we drive by.
Not only the family has grown but also the pig's space. In the left corner of this photo, you can see the old and much smaller fenced area for mother pig. When I jumped out of the car to take the photo, one pig who looks to be the runt was looking up at me from a little hole dug behind Mother Pig. In the first photo, he is standing beside Mother.
It brings to mind my 5th grade teacher Mrs. Greer. Do you ever wonder what happened to your teachers all these years later? She was so wonderful and loved reading books aloud to us each day. She read things like Charlotte's Web, The Trumpet of the Swan and James and the Giant Peach. She brought Charlotte and Wilbur, Louis the swan and James with his wicked aunts, Aunt Sponge and Aunt Spiker, along with his fantastical insect friends to life for me.
Each year, she would take a handful of her best students to go on a camping trip with she and her husband. I got to go and can still remember things from that trip. We had to create our own little stove top from an empty coffee can. On it, we were supposed to fry our only egg and a piece of bacon. She only had enough eggs for one each and mine slipped off the can as I, very silly child that I was, placed mine too much on a sloop. The bacon was tasty though! *grins*
Do you ever see something that sparks off deeper memories like I have had with these pigs?