on a rainy thursday afternoon they started to arrive despite forecasts for dreadfully rainy weather throughout the entire weekend. it started with a pregnant couple who came with about a hundred pounds of prepared foods for this rapidly growing beloved parasite that we get to keep when it finally comes out.
by mid day on friday the lousy weather man had thus far been correct. torrential down pours with dramatic thunder and lightning striking and then receeding only to return with refreshed artillery. i ran off to blow glass attempting to focus on the 18 inch diameter bowls i was trying to make rather than the possibility that i might not get to see my dear friends due to the spreading rumor that my family farm in tunbridge had been swallowed up like atlantis.
but they showed and they kept showing. nearly a hundred people bearing down on the earth to celebrate the 129th annual P.I.A.P.R.I. and that is not counting the large number of babies who tethered the sunshine with their wondrous gazes and silky hair to burn the clouds away and give us a weekend of clear dry weather, warmth and laughter making the fifth pig roast at vista alegre farm the first piglet roast ever.
yes it is true that the gods saw these wondrous little beings converge and knelt down before them. a reality powerfully evidenced by the fact that as the second to last car drove away on sunday evening the clouds gathered above the towering pine tree and cried large crisp droplets. streams of happiness and sadness flowing through the trampled grass washing away mounds of pig grease and vomit. oh what wonders.
thank you all!!
