“…how fast and furious and masterly life is…” – Virginia Woolf
Jane Goodall is quoted as having said, “Well, I’m a romantic, so I always wanted (Sasquatch) to exist.” Perhaps, I’m a romantic, too. Why? Because I see Sasquatch, Big Foot, or Yeti in the shadow of this photo. And those tracks? Well, isn’t that just more proof she’s roaming our North Woods again?
When the sun makes an appearance ’round here, we all do our best to get out and soak it up. In fact, it doesn’t even matter the temperature outside. As long as there’s no wind, every one of us will be sunbathing. It feels so good and we are so grateful for all that natural, vitamin D! So, what about all that white stuff? Well, let’s just pretend that it’s sand.
APRICITY: The warmth of the winter sun.
I’m Maya and this is my boy! And guess what? Tomorrow’s his birthday. He’s much older than I am, so be kind. In dog years, he’ll be 99! But, I still think he looks pretty good for his age, don’t you? Anyway, he’s got his job and I’ve got mine. And even though we have a long-distance relationship these days, we stay in touch. So, here’s my shout out to him: Happy Birthday! I hope you have a howling good time. Paws and kisses. Love, Maya.
“Another pig?!” They squealed and continued, “Don’t you have enough already?!” After the dazed and wild-eyed stares, came the pleading question, “Why?” We weren’t surprised. In fact, both Keith and I were used to such responses. Fortunately, Keith patiently explained his reasons. Unfortunately, we knew that any reason given, only provided more fuel. It was fuel that fed more confusion and fiery retorts. To them, this was confirmation that we’d lost our minds. They looked at us, like we were suffering from Mad Cow Disease. I smiled. We weren’t buying another cow. We were buying another pig.
Please don’t get me wrong. Keith and I are very grateful for our friends and family. We know they’re just looking out for us. Besides, most Americans would have agreed that we were out of our minds. In their books, even one pig is too many. Alas, we had four pigs and two were pregnant. A few days later, there’d be an additional dozen. So, why on God’s green earth, did the two of us need to buy another pig? The answer was simple. Natasha was different. She was a Berkshire.
Now a year later, Natasha’s all grown up and pregnant. She will give birth in a few weeks. And guess what? We’re going to have more than just “another pig”!