When pigs fly. That’s what I thought in 2013 when my husband wanted to have a house on a lake in northern Indiana. We have lived all over the country (25 different mobile homes, apartments and houses) since 1966 and had just finished our current house in Sarasota when he brought up the subject of yet another house. But when I saw this slice of tranquility where we could build ONE MORE HOUSE, my resistance melted away.
In 2017 I found this weather vane and thought we would put it up somewhere outside. We didn’t get around to it that summer and it’s been in a box in the garage since then. Why I decided to open the box and bring the pig inside today I have no idea. So here it is, inside, stuck into a basket with an old duvet supporting it. Maybe it’s just a simple reminder to enjoy being at the lake even though I miss him terribly.