September 20, 2014 – We had a wonderful visit with a few of the girls from Mrs. Turner’s farm. They know that we’re on a travel restriction until our winter feathers grow in, so they decided to stop by and cheer us on with a box of sweets and the latest gossip from the neighborhood.
Vivienne, the pig, shared with us her summer love story. She had met a boar during an agricultural exhibition on the county fair circuit and it was fireworks at first sight.
“What happened?” asked Sawyer, leaning closer in curiosity.
“Oh, it was hot for a while,” Vivienne blushed, “but I was water and he was earth and together we just made mud.”
“I thought creatures of the porcine persuasion love mud!” I laughed.
“Love it, but we can’t wallow in it forever,” she sighed. “Nope. I need to find me a hunk of ham that’s ready to settle down and start a family.”
Sawyer decided to whip up a batch of raspberry scones to serve with the lavender tea I had made and the yogurt dipped cornmeal cookies brought by Rosemary the dairy cow. Peaches thought it would be a lovely touch to light the candle she had set on the thinking log. After much effort, she let out a sigh of resignation.
“It’s no use,” she stated. “No matter what I try, I can’t get this match to light. It’s so strange because I got it to work this morning.”
“Maybe it’s too windy,” I chuckled.
“That’s probably it,” she replied, adjusting the flameless centerpiece under a pale yellow doily Addie had crocheted.
“You know what they say…” Gertrude the goat said biting into one of Sawyer’s baked pastries. “Scones are just biscuits that studied abroad.” Then she winked to indicate her comment was made in fun before gobbling up six of them in a single breath.
It was a wonderful afternoon of friendship and sharing. My stomach still hurts from laughing. Good thing we’re on an egg-laying hiatus or mine would look like a limp noodle! How would I explain that to Mom?!