Sunday, June 29, 2014
Pineapple Weed and Pigs
OK, but what about the pigs? and the pineapple weed?
Well, the walk over to the water took us down the farmer's lane way, which always had a good patch of pineapple weed growing in it. Our little feet tromped on the plants releasing the aromatic oils, and I would get lovely wafts of the pungent smell as I bent over to inspect the funny looking flowers. Were they really flowers? Hum, I wasn't sure.
At the end of the lane, was an all-purpose barn used for storing implements and hay, and for many years, sheltering several pigs. Often we would stop in at the barn to say hello to the pigs, who always seemed to be eating, and never bothered with us. The farm dog would join us, and bark incessantly trying to get the pigs' attention. But they had a job to do, they had to eat, so eat they did. In spite of our cool reception, we enjoyed watching the pigs. I suppose it's comforting to watch an animal so happy in its food.
We always visited the pigs on the way out to swimming, which was probably wise, as we undoubtedly picked up some aroma from the pig barn, and a good swim would freshen us up.
I smiled today when I saw the pineapple weed and remembered other encounters I'd had with it, and I'm thankful to that farmer who gave us so many happy days swimming in his pond, trampling his pineapple weed, and hanging out with his pigs.