Yesterday, I commented in the "First Wood Projects" post about my wood project(s) and had mentioned a bit about my swine creatures and passing notation of the beginnings of crossbred Pineywood Rooters. They were crossed with Pouland China.
Made a hearty, lean hog.
Now, I had not thought of that, much less spoken of it in many, many years.
Yesterday evening when I got to the house, after checking a few things around the place, went in got my coffee and was going through the mail, talking to the family. Just getting dusk good when the dogs (all both of them) started barking. Wasn't a 'humans approaching' bark, so I took my leisure in checking out their notice.
Walked out the front, and right down there in the drive, was about a 150-170 lb rooter (like a razorback), taking his leisure and paying no mind to the dogs at all.
Now, knowing Life is not coincidental, I had to accept what that was all about.
What may be surprising, is that, ultimately, it was about Hope.
Overall, Humanity hasn't been showing too much promise lately, and I reckon the World figured I needed a memo reminding me that there is always another hand in things and not to give up totally on 'em yet.
Brought a smile to my face, anyhow.
Life is meant to be good.
