On Wanting to Come Home

I lost my piglets four days ago...

Stopping for a bite to eat, feeling very discouraged.

I lost my piglets four days ago.

Wait, you say. Piglets? What piglets?

Let me back up.

We’ve long been interested in where our food comes from, what means were used to grow it, and how fresh it is. One of the responsibilities I volunteered for, to serve my community, is to maintain a list of fresh and local foods and provide it at request to anyone who is looking for quality sources, especially outside of the industrial complex and grocery stores. For example, I know where to find organic produce, raw dairy, pastured raised (and finished) beef, and unpasteurized honey. So that’s what my family eats, and folks ask me where to find it all.

I also like plants. Like, really, really like plants. In the early 1990’s, I had to find a science class, any science class, for my batchelor’s degree work, and well, “Spring Wildflowers” didn’t sound as ridiculous as “Physics of Light and Sound”—the one I had previously taken and drowned under. Anyhow.…