Yes, I know it's bloom day and time to report on what is going on in the garden. But my garden just ain't that pretty right now and there are tarps and sawdust everywhere due to a remodeling project we are doing. So I'd like to talk about what is making my garden pretty right now. I'd like to introduce you to my garden piggies.
I am normally not this kitchy, but I'll go ahead and admit something right now that most people don't know about me- except Christine because she has the same wierd passion. I collect pigs. Now wait, I am not one of those people who has an entire shelff around her kitchen ceiling overflowing with Pigs From Around the World. And I NEVER order any commemorative plates that feature pigs. And I do not have pig dishware...ummm, OK, I do have some little pig butter knives but that is just because my mom gave them to me. But I have collected pigs ever since I spent time in Asia and discovered that I was born in the Year of the Pig. So I have pigs here and there. Not really displayed, just tucked away in drawers.
And then, right before Christmas, John was struggling with what gift to buy me. And I had just gotten the Gardeners Supply catalog and they had these garden pigs. Why not, I thought, I never go whimsical in my garden. So I gave him the catalog with the page dog-eared. "Really?" he said to me, looking at me kinda funny.
And so, on Christmas morning, under my mom's creche, stood 4 little piggies, looking right at home next to the manger, even though they were 50 times larger than all the other manger animals. And they came home and found their places in my garden. And every morning, Alex sits at the breakfast table and looks out the back window and shouts "Pigs!" in her 2 year old vocabulary- which means we hear "Wigs!" every morning.
That'll do, pigs, that'll do.