Pigs and Hope

From here I can see the pig hutch marooned in the snow (open end is turned toward the woods…it doubled as a deer blind in November). Plan is to get pigs again this summer, use’em (temporarily…) to till up some more garden ground. I hope so. Schedule is such that I’ll need help to pull it off, but it looks like that will happen.

With every passing day, the pigs and garden feel ever more essential. Last night the three-year-old and I made a bunch of miniature snowmen, practiced throwing (and eating) snowballs, and went scouting for deer. Highlight was when she threw a snowball and her mitten went with it. Funniest thing ever, apparently. And the joy in her voice when she spotted two deer pawing around beneath a young pine…

Full circle to backyard bacon and potatoes, though, is that moment when you look at the tot laughing there in the snow, standing on ground that stretches all the way around the shaky world, and you feel a flood of chill wondering how/if you’ll get her safely fed and growed and guided…

Then you just say, well, alrighty then, suck it up, walk it off, and get to it.