There once was a farmer who had several piglets. The piglets loved apples, so the farmer would take them out to the apple tree and pick each piglet up and let him bite the apples directly off the tree. A neighbor noticed the farmer feeding the pigs in this way day after day, so one day he asked the farmer, “Wouldn’t it be more efficient to shake the tree and let the pigs eat the apples off the ground?” The farmer shrugged his shoulders and replied, “What’s time to a pig?”
This little piggy has been contemplating the nature of time a lot lately. On rainy days like today, when I’m home feeding the wood stove and watching the dough rise, it feels like I’m not doing too badly with how I spend my time. The truth is, I’m gloriously busy making music…how cool is that? But yesterday, Pat went out shopping and found a half price sale on canning supplies. He brought home 17 dozen jars and 30 dozen lids! The entire Volkswagon was full. When will I find time to can that much? Who knows, but I always seem to find the time. One of my favorite treats as we travel is drinking homemade tomato juice from Mason jars. I guess it’s time to start those tomato seeds. And speaking of apples, we put in the new orchard of ten trees about a year ago. We lost two of them to voles over the winter, but the others are starting to bud. It’ll be about four more years before we get apples, so I have plenty of time to wait. Two of my favorite songs: Time the Revelator (Gillian Welch) and Time (Pink Floyd). Both are long and slow, like eating apples off a tree.


