We're late this year in picking out a piggy to raise. We did actually travel to the pig farm a few months ago, trailer in tow, but Amore's father and the pig farm owner couldn't agree on a price. It's the same as when you're bargaining at an open market and the time comes to walk away when your final offer is not accepted. And so we left, pigless.
This
particular pig farmer sells his pigs by weight. The pigs have grown
since we last saw them and now cost more. Amore and I made the trip
without his father and paid the price the pig farmer asked. It was getting too late in the year to haggle.
It's a long trip to make twice, but at least it's a pretty drive. Right now the fields are golden.
And cornflower blue.
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