Monday, August 22, 2011
If Pigs Could Fly
You know that old figure of speech, "when pigs fly?" It's generally used to scoff at the improbability of something. I'm a rose-colored glasses kind of girl and to me it has a different meaning. "If pigs could fly..." well, then, anything is possible. Flying pigs, therefore, hold a very special place in my heart.
Flying pigs are not easily found... real or otherwise. I've been collecting them for years. I have a small collection for inside the house, mostly packed away awaiting to be found again. So it's outside where my flying pig fantasies have to reside. And at the moment, I only have three to show.
This rusty fella is looking for a home. I'd think he'd like it better in some tall flowers. Maybe next year.
This little girl has the perfect spot, snuggled under a Virgina Creeper and next to a pot of inpatients.
I'm always on the look out for a new flying pig (I break for flying pigs!). Hmmm....
Maybe that's my problem. I'm always looking eye level or below for a new pig to add to my collection. Maybe I should be looking up...