S is for Summer, and Sadness

Way-aye, Roscoe here again.

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It was hard finding inspiration to talk about the letter S this week. Mam had some good suggestions, and Summer is certainly one I feel qualified to talk about.

But I also feel Sad, and that’s because I felt completely misrepresented last week.  Joshua and Auntie Noelle both thought I wasn’t very talkative. I answered Bertie’s questions when he came and interrupted me, and he wrote down the answers. He got all the rest of our background from Neville the other week, what would have been the point of repeating that?  You’d have said ‘Oh, we know all that.’

Also, I don’t think you understand how hard it is being a rescue pig with no wish to relive the horrible time when you were just left.  We were lucky, some aren’t. It’s traumatic, being moved about and worrying whether anyone will keep you, however nice people try to be.  Even these days, when Mam puts me in the carrier, there’s a little part of me that wonders ‘will I be coming back here?’

Anyway, it’s still Summer, and we’ve been out on the grass most days.  The grass is a wee bit short, and the other grass is a bit dry, but Mam says we aren’t getting enough rain.  Sometimes it’s been too hot to go out till really late, when the sun is going down. But we’ve been fine.  Some people’s piggies haven’t been, and the reports of piggies dying in the heat are horrible. And Sad.

 

The new kids on the block went out on the grass on Saturday and we had a chat with them.  I talked to the ginger one and the white one.  The black one took a dislike to me for some reason.  He had a real rumblestrut at me.  Cheeky little… Biggles had a nice chat to them too.

Nev likes his new haircut and Mam says he looks better with his hair short.  She said his face reminds her of Victor with his cut as it is. So I think that’s three pigs he reminds her of now.  As for me – well, she’s called me Colman a few times recently, and I don’t know why. I could understand her calling me Kevin. Mam says there’s a word beginning with S to describe her brain at present – Senile. I think she’s just been working too hard on her new book.  Perhaps she needs a Siesta.

That’s it for this week.  Bertie will be back next week, to talk about T.

love

Roscoe xxx

PS Here’s a picture of Mam’s wildflower garden with lots of butterflies in it.  We’re not allowed in there because there are some poisonous plants in among the yummy ones.

wildlfoer meadow with butterflies

Big Breakfasts

Since I arrived in November, I got used to the things Mummy takes out from the white box for our breakfasts.  There’s usually celery, a few varieties of lettuce, or some cauliflower or broccoli, and there was dark green kale which was rather nice.  And carrots, and peppers and sometimes some other root vegetables. Sometimes Mummy would go outside and find us some fresh kale, which was really yummy.  And sometimes a few other leaves.

The last month we’ve been getting less and less from the white box, and more from the outside.  I have to say, I really like the leaves that come from outside, because they aren’t as cold and they’re much fresher.  Once we started going out in the garden I realised why.  They grow there!  They’re all around our runs, some of them under netting, some up poles and some against the fence.

The past three or four weeks we’ve been getting everything from outside.  And since Mummy said Midge and I needed to diet, we’ve not even been getting carrots, although there have been some carrot-like things on the end of some of the yummiest leaves we had.  I’m not sure what we’ve been eating, so I asked Kevin to explain.  Here he is with two breakfasts from last week.

On the left, the top leaves are runner bean leaves, which I love, but Percy and Oscar say they’ve had enough of.  There’s some lavender lying across, and some of one of the types of mint Mummy has.  There’s a pea shoot, and some oak-leaf lettuce from the garden, and an apple leaf, and I think we had a rudbeckia leaf as well.  That’s a big yellow flower with a brown cone in the centre (not a flat one that’s even bigger, that’s a sunflower).  We also had raspberry leaves that day but I must have eaten them.  The next day (on the right), Mummy rather overdid the pea shoots.  I think she pulled up a whole plant for us.  I ate quite a lot of it, but she eventually took the rest away.  We also have one of the other types of mint, swiss chard with its red stem, strawberry leaves, salsify leaves, lavender again (she knows I can’t get enough lavender if it comes in small portions) and I think she gave us a slice of carrot that day, which wasn’t from the garden.  The next day the carrot tops were from the garden with very tiny carrots, and we had curly endive, too.  Oh, Mummy also gave us a wildflower called nipplewort which grows wherever she wants to grow grass, but it’s very tasty and tastes a little like dandelion.  She gives us that too, when she has some nice leaves handy.  And a special treat is cucumber leaf, but at present she says there are cucumbers growing, so we mustn’t steal too many leaves or the plant will starve.

We also get fennel, parsley, oregano (two  types), and more wildflowers from the garden outside, like red clover and wild basil, and sow thistle (yum), and wild carrot, and vetch.

Is that okay, Percy?

Yes, thank you, Kevin.  With all that variety, I bet you’re not surprised I needed help describing it to you.