Brush fires that would not burn. Apple tree wood, green as could be, that did not want to receive the warmth of a flame. and yet somehow I still managed to singe my hair, eyebrows and eyelashes. Just as my singes from last year were growing out.
Pigs got out. I am in the midst of re-reading Charlotte's Web and today as our pigs managedto dig a hole under their pen racing for freedom I could only think of wilbur. "That's some Pig." Only two of the 8 dashed for freedom. Sending us chasing after them. What a sight when 4 adults are being consistently outsmarted by a pig. And those pigs are smart. Right between the legs they go as soon as you step to grab them. After a half hour both pigs were rounded up, picked up and tossed back into their pen. I jumped in to fix the nice hole they had created and was met with friendly, nibbles here and there. They paid particular attention to the two who had gone out into the world, waiting to hear the stories they would tell.
Passover. what a wonderful end to a day. The snow began falling as we sat down to Seder. The candles were lit and Margaret, a fellow apprentice led us in a Seder supper. With prayers and songs in Hebrew. It was good to take a moment to remember the past and the current freedoms we have. To take part in this rich tradition which goes back thousands of years. It is good to remember and to sit in community, breaking bread. The pigs in their pen, the brush piles waiting to burn tomorrow. And the Full Moon out, for the first clear night this week.
It has been a good, good day.
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