If I Were a Pig

August 30, 2024

 

I think if I were a pig, this just might be my favorite month of the year. My biggest worry, come September, is the tough decision of where best to take an afternoon nap.

Would it be better to lay beneath the oak tree and wait for the sound of an acorn hitting the ground? Acorns are so delish! Or maybe, I’d be better off by the shagbark hickory on the other side of the pasture. No, the hickory tree doesn’t offer as much shade as the oak, and the nut is much harder to crack. I’d stick with the oak for sure. But then again, the worst of the summer’s heat is behind us, so I don’t really need the shade - and there is still plenty of mud to wallow in, just in case. Besides, there is a pile of fresh cut hay by the hickory, which makes a very fine bed to sleep in – and hay tastes particularly good this time of year. The hay would be very filling, of course, and napping is so much better when one is full.

But maybe, it would be better to wait by the fence and hope this is one of the days my humans procure bags of left over corn from a local farmstand and chuck it all over the fence for me. Or perhaps a bushel of overly ripe tomatoes! The kind that when you take a bite, it squirts the juice all the way up to your forehead and then slowly drips down your chin. OMG! Simply heavenly.

Oh! It could be a box of watermelon or a cantaloupe. So ripe they are slightly alcoholic- and then the dreams I will have! Dreams of October, maybe, with its boxes of apples and truck loads of pumpkins. Lots and lots of pumpkins. So, so many pumpkins. Oh my, it’s exhausting just to think about. It’s definitely naptime. Life is good.