Mr. Garden

I can't help but marvel at how these bloggers who have photos of their gardens and they are picture perfect. Give me a break people! Let's be realistic. Yes, I have weeds and proud of it. I have never seen a garden without weeds. Do these people go out make the garden look good and then snap the camera? If you don't believe me check it out for yourself. These are staged photos people.

Last night I had every intention of working in Mr. Garden. The key word here is intention. I so wanted Mr. Garden to look like these other bloggers gardens. Instead we, HogFarmer, myself and kids #1, 2 & 3 were chasing pigs for hours. Yes, hours! For those of you who are unfamiliar with showing pigs at the county fair. (That could be a great line in a country song. Could I get royalties if someone uses it?) Each kid takes their pig and walks it around the fenced in arena. The idea is to "show" the judge your pig and hope yours is the favorite. It's not too much different then training a dog. But try training 6 pigs who weigh three times as much as your dog.

Now I know what you're picturing in your head. Five people running around trying to pick up this little piggy whose all greasy just like on TV. This scenario would have been so much better. Imagine if you can five sweaty, stinky and grouchy people chasing pigs that are as tall as my thighs and not doing a very good job at it. At one point Kid #3 who weighs all of 51 1/2 lbs. (he continually reminds me of this very large number) was riding on of these soon to be pork chops. Kid #1 who at 15 years old knows everything about pigs since he went to one workshop over the summer at Purdue, was telling Kid #2 what to do. Kid #2 can roll his eyes with the best of them and he really showed him how to effectively do this by irritating Kid #1. After tears, yelling, running, falling and many bruises later all six pigs were back home and accounted for.

Sorry Mr. Garden I do not mean to neglect you. I intend to play with you tonight. Hopefully!

Danielle