Wednesday night, Abigail (Pumpkin Pie’s mama) came home! I wish I had pictures of Pumpkin Pie’s jump-about-celebration. Too much was going on at that time, though. I snapped this picture early Thursday morning. Pie is in the foreground. Although she looks as big as Abigail in this picture, she really isn’t. That pre-dawn sky was worth getting outside to experience. There is incredible calm and peacefulness in the early morn.
Then, the peacefulness broke, as we were taking the first hog to the meat processing plant. Pig-farmer had him loaded before 6 a.m. and away we went with our coffee in travel mugs.
I am thankful, so thankful, my schedule allows me the flexibility to ride along on for these excursions. Not only did Pig-farmer and I have a nice time to talk with no interruptions, I also got to watch the sun rise amidst the foggy morning.
The following beautiful Amish-country snapshot was taken as I sat in the parking at the processing plant.
Peace to you, friends.