This barn door makes a nice frame for Denise and Rick’s animal friend at their Fernwood Nursery and Garden in Maine. 🙂
When I was a very little girl, I went to a Vermont fair with my grandparents and great uncle. Coming home, we passed a sign – pigs for sale. My great uncle asked my grandfather to stop, and he bought me a pig which came in a burlap sack. I held that squealing pig all the way home.
Mysteriously when I returned to the farm the next summer, the little pig was gone. I was way too little to understand the relationship between my friend, piggy, and the bacon with my egg and the ham in the beans. 🙂